CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 167: WEIBO CRASHED, QI-JIE: DRAGGING OUT FEELINGS

The moment the main character posted on Weibo, the fans flocked to the comment section.

"Sis, you’re so cool. Weren’t you all saying I jumped ship? Sorry, I terminated my contract normally."

"Just asking if those who said she jumped ship feel the slap now. Our Charlotte walked out of Sky Entertainment with her contract in hand, fair and square."

"You can always trust Charlotte, because she never disappoints."

"Charlotte terminated her contract, is there any company that will quickly bring her onboard?"

"This calls for tagging King Regal, hurry up and add another strong warrior to your harem."

"Charlotte Shaw, a top-tier actress, with both acting skills and popularity. Any company that gets her won’t regret it."

The comment section gradually went off-topic, making bystanders laugh and cry. One second they were slapping haters in the face, and the next they started promoting her.

As for the topic of jumping ship, everyone lost interest since the contract was almost slapped in their faces, what’s the point in talking about it?

While everyone was frantically tagging companies in the industry, King Regal Entertainment, which hadn’t posted on Weibo since its founding, suddenly made an announcement.

"King Regal Entertainment: Responding to the calls of countless netizens and fans, we have reached a preliminary cooperation with Ms. Charlotte Shaw after friendly discussions. Welcome to King Regal @Charlotte Shaw V."

The moment the Weibo was posted, the backend crashed immediately. Just as everyone was about to comment, they were kicked out.

What the heck?

It crashed just like that?

Half an hour later, the Weibo system was finally repaired.

"Haha, King Regal Entertainment, a company that crashes the system with a single Weibo post."

"Damn, does King Regal only take in top-tier talents? Edward Monroe is, and so is Charlotte Shaw."

"If that’s really the case, the entertainment industry might undergo a major change."

Claire Green couldn’t be bothered to look at the online speculations. She told Old Cat to post a welcome on Weibo and then disappeared.

"Olivia, hasn’t Mr. Jing returned to Bayne City yet?"

Isabella Xyler asked as she entered the manor and spotted the girl lazily sprawled on the sofa like a boss.

Claire Green had just closed her eyes when the voice reached her ears. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her cool eyes carried a hint of weariness, her voice lazy, "Do you miss him?"

Why would I miss him?

Isabella Xyler’s mouth twitched. Given how Mr. Jing is always surrounded by chill, she doesn’t have the guts to approach.

"Aren’t you curious about what he’ll do to the Zheng family?"

Originally, she had tried to indirectly ask her brother, but he refused to say anything. Now there were no other rumors in the circle, making her very curious.

"Not curious." The girl’s tone was very indifferent.

The ruthless and decisive Mr. Jing is no laughing matter.

At her words.

Isabella Xyler’s face fell, Olivia’s serene demeanor was not fun at all.

After a moment.

She then continued to ask, "What about you, aren’t you angry about the Zheng family abandoning you?"

Claire Green looked at her nonchalantly, "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

The Zheng and Song families, for the mental and physical harm they caused the original Claire, would not be let off.

Rather than watching them go bankrupt, she preferred to slowly crush their so-called dignity underfoot.

Looking at the girl’s pitch-black eyes, Isabella Xyler suddenly couldn’t say a word.

She regretted asking, wasn’t she just poking Olivia’s heart?

Seeing her silence, Claire Green lazily stretched her legs, shifted her posture, and reclined back with her legs naturally resting on the coffee table.

"Didn’t go out with John Sinclair today?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, looking at Isabella Xyler who was lost in her thoughts, casually shifting to a lighter topic.

Switching topics suddenly, Isabella Xyler was a bit dazed. When she realized what Olivia was talking about, her gaze started to evade.

"What do you mean by going out with John Sinclair? I always go out with the two of them."

Her tone was a bit nervous, deliberately emphasizing the words "the two of them" to cover up.

Seeing this.

Claire Green didn’t expose it but replied with a meaningful "oh," the elongated tone full of amusement.

As if on cue, when things between them got subtly awkward, John Sinclair’s bright voice suddenly rang out.

"Olivia, is Isabella Xyler over there with you?"

Hearing the voice, the girl who had just been sitting on the couch immediately jumped behind Claire Green, shaking her head at her.

Isabella Xyler squatted down just as she realized, wait a minute, why was she hiding?

Just as she was about to stand up, John Sinclair had already entered the living room. He looked around, not seeing the person in his heart, his brow furrowing slightly. Did he guess wrong?

Seeing who came in, a smile flashed in Claire Green’s eyes, her lazy tone carrying an almost imperceptible tease.

"What’s going on, tell me."

John Sinclair threw himself on the sofa, shrugging, "I don’t know. We were supposed to go out today, but she suddenly bailed, out of nowhere."

Hearing his words, Isabella Xyler pouted, who was being out of nowhere. If it weren’t for your recent weird behavior, would she be anxious?

Feeling the movement behind her, Claire Green arched her delicate brows, the corner of her lips slowly curving into a smile.

"Not planning to expose?"

Upon hearing this.

John Sinclair and Isabella Xyler reacted differently.

What does Olivia mean by exposing?

Isabella Xyler suddenly became anxious, her body tense as she tried to hear someone’s answer.

After a moment.

She finally heard the boy’s low voice, "Let’s wait a bit longer, it’s not the time yet."

He hadn’t exposed anything, and the girl already learned to evade him. If he really confessed he liked her now, she might just run away.

At his words, Claire Green thought of Edward Monroe and two others, and a hint of helplessness appeared in her eyes.

Such a dragging love affair.

"Tsk," she laughed lightly, getting up from her seat and exposing the person behind her, "You guys talk slowly."

Isabella Xyler, looking dumbfounded, stared at Olivia’s back, did Olivia just leave?

No, what could the two of them talk about?

"What are you doing here?"

John Sinclair was feeling a bit embarrassed looking at the girl who suddenly appeared. Did she hear everything he just said?

"None of your business," Isabella sat on the sofa, rubbing her numb leg, "What did you mean by exposing which you told Olivia?"

Her deliberately annoyed tone carried a hint of imperceptible anticipation.

"I..." John Sinclair opened his mouth, considering he’d already been heard, might as well say it straight, but swallowed his words at the last minute.

Would it be too rash to say it now, without any preparation? Would she feel he’s just brushing it off?

John Sinclair thought about it and quietly said, "Nothing."

Seeing him reluctant to say anything, Isabella Xyler suddenly felt a pang of disappointment.

She pressed her lips, "If you don’t want to say it, forget about it. Anyway, it’s not like I really want to hear it."

Hearing her slightly sulking tone, John Sinclair’s eyes gleamed with a smile. He walked over and ruffled her hair, speaking tenderly unlike his usual flippant tone.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you out. Didn’t you want to play the escape room last time?"

"It was you who wanted to play."

Isabella Xyler retorted, touching her now messy hair.

"Alright, it was me," John Sinclair said with a smile, extending his hand, "So, can I invite Miss Isabella to accompany me?"

Looking at the hand in front, Isabella Xyler’s almond eyes flickered, suppressing her unusual emotions, she slapped his hand with a bit of force.

"Since you’re inviting, I guess I’ll go with you."

John Sinclair watched her back, glancing down at his hand, the corners of his eyes showing a hint of amusement.