CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162: SISTER QI, DISCUSSING COOPERATION, OLD CAT: WOULDN’T DARE BE INTERESTED

Claire Green stepped out of the bathroom after her shower and noticed the latest message on her phone screen, her crimson lips curling into a smile.

A smart person.

She casually tossed the phone aside, intending to open her laptop, but as her hand touched it, she suddenly remembered something a man had said and returned to the bathroom.

Quickly.

The sound of a hairdryer echoed from the bathroom.

Once her hair was dry, the girl leisurely strolled out.

Her slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, the screen’s faint glow reflecting the girl’s changing expression, and suddenly, a soft laugh escaped her lips.

Claire Green propped her chin up, watching the rapidly refreshing messages on the screen with interest.

[Drake White: Sis, you finally deigned to come online. Don’t blame me for missing your birthday; honestly, I just can’t stand Julian Sia.]

Ever since Drake White found out J was a girl, his address for her had switched from "brother" to "sis."

Nether Lord and the others had mocked him for a long time back then.

[Nether Lord: J, their gifts are all at my place now. When are you going to come over and pick them up?]

[Spirit Fox: Wow, Nether Lord, that’s unusual, inviting J to your home.]

Victoria Windsor glanced at Spirit Fox’s nonsense, her mouth twitching. As a girl, was she supposed to do something to J?

[Nether Lord: Shut up. J, where are you? We’ve been chatting so long, has she run off again?]

Upon seeing this message, Claire Green lazily replied.

[J: Lurking.]

Cough.

Garfield Cat, just online, saw her remark and choked. Trying to catch his breath, he pondered.

Ever since meeting J, he either choked on food or saliva; perhaps he and J were on incompatible wavelengths?

[Garfield Cat: The famous J God actually uses words like ’lurking’; how peculiar.]

Seeing him logged in, Claire Green’s eyes gleamed mischievously, transforming her previously lazy gaze into one intent on her goal.

The old cat was lounging like a lord when suddenly a chill ran down his spine, causing him to shiver.

He quickly glanced behind him, relieved to find nobody there.

Whew.

He thought Thomas Skin had come again.

But seeing a certain person’s message on his screen, that chill returned.

[J: Old Cat, interested in a collaboration?]

[Garfield Cat: Not interested, nor dare I be.]

His reply was swift; he almost disappeared after sending it.

As if collaborating with J, whose greed for money was notorious, was a joke.

He recalled their first project together, where patent fees alone amounted to hundreds of billions, not counting ongoing experimental costs.

Luckily he came from a wealthy family; otherwise, others couldn’t even afford the patent fees.

In short, he’d learned that without money, one couldn’t hope to work with J.

Claire Green watched his dimmed avatar, her lips curling slowly as her fingers tapped rapidly, successfully hacking into the old cat’s computer within a minute.

The old cat had just finished venting internally when his computer went dark, displaying a line of text.

[Why run away? Let’s talk.]

He stared stiffly at the text, wondering if he really had to hack his computer without warning; was skill all that mattered?

Perhaps noticing his silence, the text began to jump, soon forming new words.

[Are you sure you don’t want to talk?]

Even though it was just five simple words, the old cat sensed danger.

With a feigned smile, he typed a reply.

[How can I refuse when the boss speaks?]

Upon responding, his computer screen returned to normal, and observing this, his cheeks twitched.

Hacking and restoring a computer—isn’t that too audacious?

Soon, M.K. members noticed Garfield Cat, who had logged off earlier, was suddenly back online, changing directions.

[Garfield Cat: What collaboration? Care to elaborate?]

Drake White, seeing the sudden interest, couldn’t help but send a teasing message.

[Drake White: What’s going on? The old cat, who said he wasn’t interested, changed his mind. Is the sun rising in the west?]

[Garfield Cat: Do you think I wanted to? You guys don’t know J actually hacked my computer when I didn’t agree.]

Heh.

Reading this message, Drake White and the others immediately had a mental image.

[Spirit Fox: I say, Old Cat, you should feel honored. Being visited twice by J on your computer proves you’re somewhat useful.]

Useful for what? He’s just a tool J uses to make money.

[J: There’s a company I can’t manage right now. Come over and act as executive CEO.]

As the girl sent the message, the previously lively online space suddenly fell silent.

For a while.

Finally, there was movement.

[Garfield Cat: What the heck? I recognize every word you wrote, but when combined, I don’t understand.]

What company and whose is it?

What is an executive CEO anyway?

He’s the eldest son of the Skin family, so why would he serve as an executive CEO? Not needing his father’s interference, Thomas Skin surely wouldn’t let this slide.

[J: King Regal Entertainment.]

Claire Green leaned back casually, gently touching the web between her fingers, her dark pupils fixed on the four words she sent.

Assigning Old Cat to manage King Regal was her conclusion after two seconds of thought.

After all, no one more suitable than him.

[Bluebird: Isn’t that the King Regal Entertainment heatedly discussed online? Whoa, J, you’re actually that all-round producer!]

[Nether Lord: Right now, I just want to open J’s brain and see how it works; how can she be so excellent when we’re all human?]

King Regal Entertainment.

Old Cat stroked his chin, his mind began to contemplate.

After a while, he calmly replied.

[Garfield Cat: Isn’t it inappropriate for a privileged wealthy young master like me to become an executive CEO of an entertainment company?]

Who’d have thought?

Sending it out immediately sparked laughter from the others.

[Spirit Fox: Wealthy young master?? Are you sure you’re not delusional?]

[Drake White: Haven’t seen a young master, but cats are rather common.]

[Nether Lord: Since when did young master become a derogatory term?]

Seeing these, Old Cat wanted to crawl through the internet and beat them all.

Each one took pleasure in mocking him; couldn’t they learn from J, who was always composed?

But scarcely had he praised her when the screen’s message made him wish he’d faint.

[J: Young master? Is it trendy for young masters to run away now?]

The seemingly puzzled words struck directly at Old Cat’s heart.

[J: Enough, let’s talk business. You’re idling anyway; coming over can help you evade Thomas Skin.]

Old Cat’s gaze froze; indeed, King Regal is in Z Country, which is Julian Sia’s territory. No matter how much Thomas Skin wants to drag him back, it’s impossible as before.

After much thought, he finally agreed.

[Garfield Cat: Alright, I agree, but shouldn’t we discuss salary? I can’t be working for you for free.]

Yet the message he sent quickly sank without a trace; looking at J’s glowing avatar, Old Cat was speechless.

No way, J’s money-grubbing nature has leveled up, and now she doesn’t reply when it comes to money.

Claire Green finished her task, casually setting aside the laptop, directly ignoring Old Cat’s final words.

Asking for a salary, what’s he thinking?

Does she look like she has money?