Chapter 249: Chapter 247: Seventh Sis: Earning Money for the Betrothal Gift, Grace Carter Gets Sentimental
Thomas raised an eyebrow, put down the mouse, and leaned back casually, "Let me see it."
The operations manager handed over the files in his hand, unable to contain the smile on his face.
No wonder you’re J the god, your work never disappoints.
Thomas glanced nonchalantly at the contents of the document, his eyes widening when he saw the revenue data, and this was just the beginning.
After reading through it, he chuckled quietly, and then his laughter grew stronger.
He had expected the game’s launch to bring in considerable revenue, but he didn’t anticipate that within just one day, the costs would nearly be recovered.
If it continues like this, the revenue will only keep increasing.
With that thought, he happily picked up his phone and made a call.
After a while, the other side slowly picked up.
"J, I’ve got some good news for you," Thomas happily shared the data.
Claire Green raised her eyebrows, lazily changing to a more comfortable sitting position, "So, are you planning to give me a share of the bonus."
Thomas, "..."
Shouldn’t a normal person be thrilled and excited to hear such good results about their work?
Why is it only about money when it’s J?
"I remember giving you sixty billion."
Claire casually said, "Can a patent fee be the same as a bonus?"
Thomas’s smile froze on his face; he should never have made that call.
Plus, he suddenly realized a fact: every time he dealt with J, he always had to part with some money.
This time, he couldn’t let that happen.
Just as he finished thinking about it, his body honestly started making the transfer.
Seeing the glaringly bright "Transfer Successful" on the screen, Thomas’s face twitched.
Damn, this damned conditioned reflex.
Just then.
Claire chuckled lightly, her voice lazy and slightly hoarse, "Just kidding, I didn’t expect you to actually do it."
Thomas: "..."
Can I ask for it back now?
After a moment.
With a light sigh, a bit curious, he asked, "What do you need so much money for?"
Upon hearing that.
Claire’s eyes flickered slightly before she leisurely replied, "For a dowry."
"Cough..." Thomas almost choked at that, coughing violently.
What the heck?
Did she say something wrong?
If he remembers correctly, a dowry is usually the guy’s thing, right?
"Are you sure you’re not joking?"
"What do you think?" Claire lazily retorted.
If her brother is loaded, she needs to earn some money to marry him home.
No, who is she preparing this dowry for?
Thomas’s expression immediately darkened, inquiring without showing any emotion, "Sounds like you have someone in mind."
As the girl softly acknowledged, Thomas’s demeanor began to chill, and a sense of heaviness grew in his heart.
Realizing his unusual feelings, Thomas frowned. Since when did he start having different feelings for her?
"Who is it?"
Unaware of his emotional shift, Claire maintained her nonchalant tone, but if you listened closely, you’d hear the hint of amusement in her voice.
"You’ll know in the future. I’ve got something to do, see you."
Thomas stared at the phone screen as it gradually dimmed, his emotions unclear in his eyes.
After a long while, he lowered his gaze; when he looked up again, he was calm as usual.
...
The next day.
"Have you played ’Holographic Era’?"
"Of course, I have. Luckily, I bought a game pod."
"It’s really fun, not only are there various templates, but the five senses are incredibly realistic too."
"Sigh, the game pod I ordered is still in production, no idea when it’ll arrive."
"That’s minor; I just want to know who came up with the game time limit idea."
Listening to the discussions around, Claire passed through the hallway into the classroom with her expression unchanged and an idle demeanor.
The result was that the classroom discussions were just as lively as outside.
"John, which world template did you pick?"
"Doomsday Escape, sounds thrilling." John Sinclair sat on the desk, playing with Isabella Xyler’s hair absent-mindedly.
Seeing their eyes on him, Sebastian Winn smiled, "I chose the same as John."
Played a bit last night, couldn’t get enough of it.
"Thought we could all dominate in the game together, but we’re not even in the same world." Harry Lewis sighed, sounding a bit regretful.
As soon as the girl walked in, everyone eagerly asked her.
"Claire, which world are you in?"
"Claire, want to join us?"
"Come to the Fantasy world, let’s reach the top together."
Facing the crowd blocking her way, Claire curled her lips, her eyes filled with a cold light, her presence becoming gradually imposing.
"Want to know?"
Everyone nodded their heads furiously.
"The class bell’s been ringing for ages, and you’re still chatting. What, you think you’re so good now?" Claire’s voice was low.
As soon as she finished, everyone hurried back to their places, posing like model students ready to study.
Her icy gaze swept over each person, her voice measured, "Count how many days are left until the college entrance exam. I’m all for a balance between work and play, but I hope you keep it in check."
She had watched this group slowly transform and grow, naturally hoping each of them had their own internal scale, knowing what was more important.
"Claire, we understand."
Understanding the meaning behind her words, everyone exchanged knowing smiles and began reviewing earnestly.
The game won’t run away, but Claire is always moving forward, and they can’t fall too far behind.
...
As time passed, the college entrance exam loomed closer.
The countdown on the blackboard changed daily until it showed just one day left.
Grace Carter looked at the neat Class Six; her heart was filled with comfort, but for some reason, her eyes felt slightly sore.
Farewells are always emotional—turns out this phrase is quite true.
"After tomorrow, it means you’ll be embarking on a new journey. I’ve seen everything in these three years of high school, especially your transformation and efforts in the past six months. I’m very proud."
Grace spoke in a light tone, "Remember what Claire said: there are no useless people in the world. I hope you hold onto this deep in your hearts and never doubt yourselves no matter what you encounter."
The moment she finished speaking.
Everyone’s eyes turned to the back row, filled with smiles.
Under their gaze, Claire slightly raised an eyebrow, "Turn back, keep listening."
Everyone obediently turned around.
Seeing this scene, Grace found it amusing; only Claire could keep them in line. She joked slightly, "After being taught by our study god for so long, tomorrow’s the time for results—do you have the confidence to surprise her?"
"Yes," everyone replied in unison.
"I’ll be waiting then," Grace chuckled, fell into silence, and her gaze sincerely lingered on each person as if trying to engrave them into her memory.
After a while.
She pressed her lips, "Three years doesn’t feel long or short; it’s my immense fortune to know you all. I won’t say much more—I wish you all a brilliant future."
By the end of her words, Grace’s voice was tinged with sobs.
Seeing Grace force a smile on the podium, everyone felt a twinge of discomfort.
Just then.
A clear, relaxed voice rang out.
"Little Grace, are you planning never to see us again?"