CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: LEAVE OF ABSENCE, MEETING IN R NATION

Claire Green leaned back on the bed, her long legs crossed, with a laptop casually placed on her lap, her fair hands swiftly tapping on the keyboard.

After finishing up, she sent a brief text message, tossed the phone aside, and got up to head to the bathroom.

When she came out and saw the message on her phone, her thin lips curled slightly.

The next morning.

Charles Jordan walked in with a troubled look on his face, glancing at the two who were having breakfast and hesitating to speak.

"Go ahead!"

Julian Sia lifted his eyelid slightly, his expression indifferent.

"Mr. Sia, our goods were hijacked," Charles Jordan lowered his head, somewhat afraid to look at his expression.

"Was it J again?" Julian Sia spoke nonchalantly.

Seeing Charles Jordan nod, one of his eyebrows raised, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

It was somewhat interesting, J seems to be targeting the Sia Manor’s goods.

Claire Green continued eating breakfast, as though they weren’t talking about her.

"There’s one more thing, there’s been a bit of a problem on the F Continent."

Charles Jordan remembered the message he just received, speaking in a low voice.

Julian Sia scanned him with calm eyes and turned to the girl, his voice slightly husky.

"Claire, I have something to handle, I’ll be away for a few days."

"No problem," Claire Green lazily replied.

Who would’ve guessed her brother’s influence reached the F Continent too.

It’s just as well since he’s away, she could take a trip to the R Nation; the tone on the Nether Lord’s call the other day seemed off.

Julian Sia rubbed her head, a gentle smile appearing on his lips, his voice light and casual, "Don’t forget to write the reports while I’m away."

"Okay."

Watching the two leave, Claire Green changed her clothes, slung a bag over her shoulder, and went downstairs.

Her delicate eyes glanced at the stack of documents on the coffee table, clicked her tongue, and casually picked up two books to stuff into her bag.

...

"What, you’re asking for leave again?"

Grace Carter looked at the girl in front of her with furrowed brows, quite helpless.

Claire Green had anticipated her reaction, her clear and bright eyes simply looked at her, purely innocent with a hint of inexplicable guilt.

Being looked at like that, Grace Carter couldn’t muster any anger and couldn’t do anything about it, only able to sigh softly.

"How long this time?"

Claire Green’s smile was faint, carrying a hint of mischief.

She lazily said, "A week."

Grace Carter just didn’t understand, why didn’t she like studying, and kept asking for leave.

She waved her hand helplessly, allowing Claire Green to leave.

...

Upon reaching the airport, Claire Green didn’t rush to board but instead found a place to change her appearance.

When she appeared again, her hair was cut into a neat short style, a white round-neck cashmere sweater accentuating her attractive jawline, and a black mask covered her delicate face, with only her eyes revealing a sense of detachment.

With one hand in her pocket and a bag over her shoulder, she walked leisurely towards the check-in gate, ignoring the gazes of the people around her.

Boarding the plane, she asked the flight attendant for a blanket and closed her eyes to rest, not thinking of what she might have forgotten.

...

At the same time, the three in Class Six, including John Sinclair, were eagerly watching the entrance.

But by the end of the first class, the person they were waiting for still hadn’t shown up.

John Sinclair’s mouth twitched, "I suddenly have a hunch."

Isabella Xyler and Sebastian Winn looked at him, signaling him to continue.

"Olivia is probably on leave again."

John Sinclair stated slowly, mainly because this situation was very similar to the last time.

Isabella Xyler sent a message, which wasn’t returned, and then asked Grace Carter, receiving an answer that surprised her as she looked at John Sinclair — he actually guessed right.

But what on earth is Olivia doing with these frequent leaves?

John Sinclair knew from her expression that he was correct.

"When will Olivia stop going AWOL without a word?"

Sebastian Winn was a bit gloomy, speaking in a slow tone.

John Sinclair burst out laughing, "I don’t think she ever will."

Isabella Xyler tapped on her phone a few times, her eyes curving into a smile as she watched the two speak, then silently laughed.

They’re really looking forward to Olivia’s reaction when she listens to the recording.

...

Arriving at the R Nation airport.

Claire Green’s phone rang.

She took it out from her pocket and answered, pausing for a few seconds, then speaking in a low voice, "Coming out now."

With a concise remark, she hung up.

She walked straight out with her steps.

At the airport entrance, the Nether Lord was leaning against the car, a bit tense as she stared at the exit.

She was about to meet J, and although it wasn’t her first time meeting someone, when she met Drake White and the others before, she’d never been this nervous.

Soon, her eyes were caught by a figure in white, staring blankly as that person walked toward her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Claire Green gave a slight smile, her voice quite nonchalant.

The familiar voice resounded, and the Nether Lord’s pupils widened, this person was J.

She couldn’t believe it, tentatively asking, "Are you really J?"

Claire Green removed her mask, chuckling gently, "Don’t I look like it?"

The Nether Lord shook her head; with that face, you look more like a boy band member than a hacker lord.

It wasn’t until they both got into the car that the Nether Lord finally digested the fact that this person was truly J.

"Tell me the situation," Claire Green lifted her eyelids, her eyes as dark and bright as ever.

The Nether Lord’s expression shifted subtly, inadvertently starting to change the subject.

"J, have you eaten yet? I know a place in the R Nation with great business, want me to take you to try it?"

The girl’s tone was a bit stiff, her hands gripping the steering wheel turning pale.

Claire Green squinted slightly, giving a light hum, her face expressionless.

Seeing J not insist, the Nether Lord sighed in relief, as she hadn’t figured out how to approach the topic.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Claire Green’s fingers tapped casually on her phone. Seeing the latest message, she raised an eyebrow.

She leisurely replied with a symbol.

[?]

The reply came quickly from the other side, [Open and listen, there’s a surprise.]

Seeing these words, Claire Green’s finger brushed over the phone.

"J, should we go to the hotel first or eat first?"

The Nether Lord focused on driving, gently asking.

"Either’s fine," Claire Green answered succinctly.

Upon hearing this.

The Nether Lord thought for a moment and drove directly to the busiest street.

"This is the place I told you about," the Nether Lord sat in the car, pointing at the crowded spot ahead.

Claire Green looked up, the shop wasn’t big, but the business seemed good.

"The owner of this place is from Z Country, came here a few years ago to open a shop, and didn’t expect business to be so good."

The Nether Lord introduced while walking, sharing a few small stories along the way.

Claire Green knew she was trying to ease the atmosphere, a smile subtly appearing on her lips.

As the two entered the shop, they were led to a private room by a waiter, "Miss Qin, what would you like to eat today?"

"What do you want to eat," outside, it wasn’t appropriate for the Nether Lord to call her by name, especially since by now the whole world knew who J was.

"Whatever you think is good," Claire Green’s voice had a magnetic and lazy tone.

Seeing this, the Nether Lord didn’t bother to look at the menu, directly speaking with a bit of extravagance.

"One of each signature dish."

The waiter was unsurprised by this, taking the menu out, but not before stealing a glance at Claire Green, his face a bit flushed.

The private room was incredibly quiet.

The Nether Lord glanced at the person beside her wanting to discuss her situation, but the words in her mouth swallowed again, having to resort to another topic.

"Old Cat’s been acting crazy again recently."

Claire Green noticed her hesitation but didn’t call her out on it, simply following her lead, speaking in a calm voice, "Reason?"