CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 63: ARRANGED MARRIAGE, SEVENTH SISTER WREAKS HAVOC

"What, angry from embarrassment," John Sinclair crossed his arms, "also, don’t call my name, it’s grating."

Isabella Xyler and Sebastian Winn laughed, that was really harsh.

Claire Green’s eyes held a hint of amusement, with a faint smile at the corner of her lips.

Olivia Song clenched her fists at her sides, her face momentarily stiff before she quickly smiled graciously to maintain her graceful demeanor.

"I’m not angry, if you don’t like it, I won’t call you that. I’m glad you all could come."

The guests in the hall heard this and were all pleased.

Worthy of being the top socialite in Bayne City.

"Such hypocrisy," Isabella Xyler muttered with a few words.

Olivia Song’s eyes darkened, enjoy your happiness now, don’t cry when the news comes out later.

Suddenly.

Dane Song appeared on stage with Sammie Ziegler, scanning the crowd, his gaze fixed on Claire Green with calculation in his eyes.

He coughed to draw everyone’s attention, his deep voice echoing in the hall.

"Welcome everyone to my daughter Olivia’s coming-of-age birthday party. Today, I also want to introduce my adopted daughter to everyone..."

Watching Dane Song, Sebastian Winn felt uneasy, whispering, "Something feels off."

"What’s off? That old man is probably plotting something with Claire Green," Mason Quinn contemptuously remarked, seeing through the situation at a glance.

Sure enough, in the next second.

Everyone heard Dane Song’s tone shift, "Besides my daughter’s birthday, there’s another happy event to announce. My adopted daughter Claire Green will be engaged to the eldest son of the Yang Corporation after she graduates, and at that time, everyone... ah!"

Before he finished, the crowd heard an "ah" and saw a chair flying straight at him.

Dane Song’s pupils contracted and he quickly dodged to the side.

A loud bang.

The chair crashed on the spot where he had just stood, making a tremendous noise.

Everyone was shocked, who would dare to do such a thing?

Claire Green clapped her hands, a chilling coldness in her eyes as she walked over slowly.

"An arranged marriage for me, nice try."

With those words.

She kicked Dane Song hard in the abdomen.

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone; who would have thought the Song family’s adopted daughter was so wild?

"Claire Green, are you crazy?" Sammie Ziegler’s elegant face twisted, her voice sharp and shrill.

Upon hearing this, Claire Green chuckled darkly, her eyes filled with a coldness as bone-chilling as a glacier.

Step by step, she approached Sammie Ziegler, grabbing her chin in front of everyone, her expression both cold and arrogant.

"That’s right, how else could I repay you for over a decade of painstaking care, hmm?"

Julian Sia’s eyes were a deep black, carrying a chilling uncertainty as he watched the scene.

Daring to mess with his girl Claire, someone must be finding life too easy.

Olivia Song secretly thought this was bad, quickly stepped in, her eyes warning, while her face feigned reproach, "Claire, what are you saying?"

"What am I saying, what do you think?" Claire Green gave her an ambiguous smile, speaking lazily.

Olivia Song’s eyes reddened instantly, "I don’t know, but please, let go of mom first."

Hearing this, George Xyler rubbed his arms and asked Isabella Xyler in a complicated tone, "Is this the kind of ’innocent flower’ you always talked about?"

Isabella Xyler couldn’t help but laugh, choking a bit, and after patting her chest to feel better, she spoke.

"Exactly, so remember to stay away from those ’innocent flowers’ in the future."

The guests around them couldn’t help but laugh as they heard this.

...

Claire Green narrowed her eyes slightly, speaking unhurriedly, "Don’t be in a rush to cry, it’s not too late to cry later."

She withdrew her hand, lazily taking out a scalpel she always carried, spinning it lightly in her hand.

"What do you intend to do?" Olivia Song fixated on the knife, feigning calm as she asked.

"Of course, I want to take back the blood from all these years," Claire Green said nonchalantly, but her words were chilling.

Olivia Song’s face turned pale in an instant.

At this moment.

Dane Song intervened again with a dark face, furious, "You’ve gone too far, speaking such nonsense?"

Everyone watched them with a theater-like interest, sensing a major scandal coming.

"Why? You draw so much blood from my body every year, isn’t it normal for me to want it back now?"

With that, Claire Green grabbed Olivia Song’s wrist, sliding the scalpel slowly across her features.

Eyes.

Nose.

Lips.

Finally resting on her neck.

"Do you think if I cut here, you’d still be alive?"

Feeling the cold blade on her neck, Olivia Song’s tears fell instantly, yet she dared not move.

Mason Quinn clicked his tongue in admiration, "Julian, her arrogance rivals yours."

Julian Sia remained silent, his gaze as sharp as a knife fixated on Olivia Song.

Truly a worthy adversary to the Song family.

"Claire Green, put the knife down," Sammie Ziegler screamed in fear.

In the next second, Olivia Song cried out in pain.

Everyone then realized a cut had already been made.

"Mrs. Song, don’t shout; my hands aren’t too stable. Maybe the next slip and she won’t make it."

Claire Green rubbed away the trickling blood, her voice light yet intimidating.

"If you don’t stop, I’ll call the police."

Sammie Ziegler moved to call the police but froze under Julian Sia’s gaze.

"Want to call the police? Go ahead, try it."

His expression was emotionless, his voice indifferent.

The man’s presence was overwhelmingly intense, carrying an oppressive aura, causing those around to breathe more quietly.

...

"Aren’t you fond of playing this game?" Claire Green spoke indifferently, "Cutting into my body, continuously drawing my blood, why so afraid this time?"

Olivia Song was filled with terror; Claire Green wasn’t just her, she was a devil.

Seeing her state, Claire Green let out a mocking laugh, swiftly and accurately slicing down Olivia Song’s arm, blood flowing instantly.

"Let’s see if without me as your walking blood bank, if you can survive."

Taking the tissue John Sinclair handed her, she carefully wiped the blood off the knife.

As more blood flowed, Dane Song quickly called for emergency services, yelling at Claire Green, "Get out!"

"Enjoy the days to come."

Claire Green’s party left, yet her voice still echoed in the hall.

Everyone looked around, each with their own thoughts.

A walking blood bank?

The Song family has been drawing their adopted daughter’s blood all this time, truly malicious.

The ambulance quickly took Olivia Song away.

A once joyful coming-of-age ceremony destroyed like this, some guests couldn’t help but sigh, ’you reap what you sow.’

The main character ended up in the hospital, leaving no point in staying; the guests began to take their leave.

...

Claire Green and her group walked along the road, the streetlights casting long shadows, a cool breeze blowing by.

"Claire, does it hurt?"

Julian Sia stopped, gently holding the girl as he asked.

Hurt?

The original bearer may indeed feel pain.

"If I said it didn’t, would you believe me?"

Claire Green gazed into his eyes, a cold smile tugging at her lips.

At that moment, they all understood.

An indescribable bitterness spread in their hearts; enduring over ten years, how did she manage to survive?

"Let Charles Jordan take care of the Song family."

Julian Sia’s gaze filled with a chilling light, his face grim.

"No need, it’s not the time yet," Claire Green replied indifferently.

Isabella Xyler didn’t quite understand, looked at her with full of hurt, "Why?"

"This game, you need to play it slowly," Claire Green said with a slight curl of her lips, "The higher they stand, the more despairing their fall. What I want is to see them wishing they were dead."