Chapter 253: Chapter 251: Sister Qi Reports Her Itinerary, Ready to Stir Things Up
The man’s gaze slightly focused, staring at her for a moment before softly uttering a sound, and didn’t pursue what the matter was.
Though Mason Quinn and the others were curious, seeing Julian Sia didn’t speak up, they suppressed their curiosity.
The atmosphere in the living room was a bit dull at the moment.
Claire Green’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly, her thumb and finger twiddling, eventually she softly uttered two words.
"R Nation."
Watching her silhouette going upstairs, Julian Sia instinctively curved his lips, Claire was reporting her itinerary to him.
Although she didn’t mention the reason, it was enough to see her change.
Upstairs.
Claire Green stood in the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror for a while, her throat moved lightly, a low laugh overflowed.
Didn’t expect her to reach this day.
...
A white arc slowly drew across the sky over Bayne City.
R Nation Airport.
Victoria Windsor glanced at the watch on her wrist, her gaze constantly looking toward the exit, finally revealing a smile on her face when she saw the girl, and walked over briskly.
"J, long time no see."
Claire Green nodded, casually asking, "What’s the situation."
Speaking of the main issue, Victoria Windsor’s expression suddenly became serious, "Recently, several other families in R Nation have been frequently contacting the presidential residence, and not only has a large amount of military arms been flowing into the market afterward, but also many people have been showing unusual signs, later even hoping for me to cooperate with them."
Upon hearing.
Claire Green’s gaze cooled down, seems not only folks on F Continent are living recklessly, many in R Nation are seeking death as well.
"Let’s go back to the hotel first."
Hearing this, Victoria Windsor’s gaze turned resentful, "I heard you stayed at Drake White’s mansion in F Continent, why come to me just to stay in a hotel, are you disdaining me."
She wouldn’t admit that she’s jealous.
Clearly, she was the first to meet J in person, but ended up with Old Cat cooperating with J, Drake White worked with J on something, and she alone was just bothering J.
Claire Green’s indifferent brows flashed humorously, her voice teasing, "Who dares to disdain Lady Qin, let’s go have a look then."
Upon hearing this, Victoria Windsor instantly happily pulled her to the car.
...
Meanwhile, domestically, "Holographic Era" once again climbed up the trending.
[What the hell, I just want to know who came up with the game time limit.]
[I was playing intensely, only to be forced offline.]
[Is Thomas Skin’s Group thinking they aren’t short on money, doing something like this.]
[I was right at the advancement stage, damn.]
[What are you guys complaining about, I finally found a spouse in the game, just getting ready for that and suddenly forced out.]
[Setting a game time limit, whoever came up with this idea must be brainless.]
While netizens were angrily venting, Thomas Skin’s Group unexpectedly stepped in personally.
[Thomas Skin’s Group V: The researchers claim innocence, the game time limit program was advised by Lord J, aimed at preventing everyone from getting addicted to the game.]
Upon seeing this tweet, netizens felt incredibly complex.
After a long pause, a first reply finally appeared.
[So the person I am swearing at is Lord J?]
[Game addiction... It’s the first time seeing someone who makes a game yet considers this.]
[Indeed, if it were someone else, they’d be just after quick money whether you’re addicted or not.]
[That’s what makes Lord J unique.]
[While it’s to prevent gaming addiction, I still wonder if J can extend the time a bit.]
All the online chatter was captured by Old Cat and packaged into a file sent to Thomas Skin.
Soon.
Thomas Skin’s phone rang.
Upon connection, Old Cat started cheekily, "Shouldn’t you consider giving J more money, after all, your game trended for free again."
Over the phone, Thomas Skin’s mouth twitched intensely, has this guy forgotten his own last name, his elbow turned all the way.
Adding more money, next patent fee might risk going over a trillion.
Thinking of the last news this guy exposed, he couldn’t resist wanting to tie him up and give him a good beating.
"Shut up."
Hearing his displeased tone, Old Cat laughed even more gleefully, "Come on, you’re so wealthy, surely you won’t be so stingy, right."
Upon hearing.
Thomas Skin gritting his teeth, spat word by word through clenched teeth, "Garfield, whose side are you on exactly?"
"Of course, I’m on M.K’s side, that J fellow is broke, also young, naturally I must seek some benefits for her."
"Get lost," Thomas Skin roared, "You’re gonna pay for this."
Seeing the call end, Old Cat mischievously tapped on the screen.
[Bro, don’t forget it.]
[Get lost.]
At this moment, someone leisurely sipping coffee at Victoria Windsor’s villa had no idea of the two brothers’ clash.
"How’s the taste," Victoria Windsor asked expectantly.
Putting down the cup, Claire Green’s red lips curved slightly, "Not bad."
As the words landed.
She pulled out a notebook from her bag, ten fingers rapidly typing on it, and soon the distribution map of R Nation’s various forces appeared.
Victoria Windsor was engrossed in watching, suddenly, a cool voice pulled her thoughts back.
"Are there arms?" Claire Green asked, her icy eyes not lifting as she thoughtfully stared at the data on the screen.
"No, I’ll have someone purchase it now."
...
Not long after.
A middle-aged man hurriedly walked in carrying a large box.
"Miss, the items you requested."
After speaking he curiously glanced at Claire Green, but merely for a moment.
"Hmm, you may leave now."
Once he left, Victoria Windsor opened the box, "Have a look."
J never does anything pointless, since mentioning military arms, the problem likely lies there.
Claire Green looked at the items inside the box, her fingertips gently sliding over them, then picked up a firearm swiftly disassembling it.
Suddenly.
Some white substances scattered out.
Victoria Windsor froze, "What are these?"
Claire Green softly chuckled, but the laughter didn’t reach her eyes.
"Take the items to the lab."
She roughly knew what these powders were but still needed to check if the components had been altered.
...
Since the previous two labs were destroyed, Victoria Windsor had established several more, fearing they might be needed one day.
Unexpectedly the need arose so soon.
Watching the girl constantly operating the instrument, Victoria Windsor moderated her breathing to avoid disturbing.
An hour later, Claire Green removed her gloves, leisurely sterilized them with alcohol, her eyes fell on the report on the table, her intent to kill gradually emerged.
It was pretty much as she thought, these people indeed were craftier than the one from Tulip.
Hidden in addictive powders, packed in military arms, then sold, everything connected seamlessly.
"How’s it like."
Seeing her finish, Victoria Windsor eagerly inquired.
Just then.
Claire Green’s fingers gently sliding on the table, seeing her notes, Victoria Windsor’s expression turned cold.
Those people are truly disgusting, studying viruses before, now doing this.
Suddenly.
"Do you think R Nation could use a president change?"
Claire Green casually mentioned as if she was merely discussing what’s for dinner.
Upon hearing.
Victoria Windsor felt a jolt, changing the president, such excitement?
She pondered carefully, her tone was excited, "I think it’s possible, when shall we act?"
Seeing her rubbing her hands in anticipation, Claire Green was momentarily stunned, lightly smirked, "No rush, let’s play slowly."