Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Master Jing Confirms, Qi Runs Away
Hiss.
Several of Du Zehao’s people gasped, and their gazes toward Claire Green were filled with admiration.
No wonder she’s friends with J; she’s really bold.
"Brother Hao, did you say the boss had us follow Miss White out to make sure it wasn’t to insult us?"
Although they had seen the boss and Miss White’s match, they were still shocked seeing her effortlessly knock down Jacob Jordan now.
So, before going out, when the boss said to protect her, who was really protecting whom?
Du Zehao’s mouth twitched, "The boss probably didn’t expect that either."
After all, there aren’t many in the entire F Continent who dare publicly beat Jacob Jordan.
"Not leaving?" Claire Green lifted her foot and glanced at the stunned group, her voice somewhat indifferent.
Du Zehao snapped back to his senses, grinning widely, "Should I go buy you another dessert?"
Looking at the scattered dessert on the ground, Claire Green’s eyebrows showed a hint of irritation, and she tugged at her collar without responding, deciding to leave.
Watching the girl’s figure, the group looked a little bewildered.
After a moment.
Someone finally asked uncertainly, "So, do we still need to buy it?"
Thinking for a moment, Du Zehao nodded, "Awen, you go buy it, same style and flavor, then go back directly to the manor once you finish."
After speaking, he led the others to catch up with the girl, completely ignoring Jacob Jordan, who was grimacing at the side.
...
"What happened to you?"
Charles Jordan had just finished reporting for work and was shocked to see Jacob Jordan with a bruised and swollen face.
This guy went out and got beaten up?
But who would have the ability to do that?
A trace of embarrassment flashed in Jacob Jordan’s eyes as he touched the corner of his mouth and lied, "I accidentally bumped into something while driving."
He didn’t want to admit he fought and lost, especially since it was to a girl, too embarrassing.
"Do you think I believe that," Charles Jordan rolled his eyes. Seeing his walking posture, he went over to support him, "Why don’t you just say you flipped over."
Jacob Jordan didn’t respond, feeling a bit embarrassed inside.
His situation was pretty similar to flipping a car anyway.
"Wow, I never thought I’d see the day Jacob Jordan got hurt, truly rare."
Mason Quinn and George Xyler had just arrived, barely warm in their seats before seeing the two enter, teasing as they spoke.
"Julian."
Jacob Jordan ignored them, calling to the man sitting in the middle, burying his head as if playing dead.
Julian Sia lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone indifferent, "Explain yourself."
Jacob Jordan swallowed hard, barely audible, "I got into a fight."
After saying that.
Mason Quinn rudely mocked, "You really got into a fight, huh, rather than getting beat up."
From Jacob Jordan’s face injuries, it was hard to imagine it was a mutual fight.
"Continue." The man took out a candy, lowered his gaze, his graceful fingers leisurely tearing the wrapper.
"And then I lost," Jacob Jordan was rather ashamed, "but I didn’t expect Emma White to be that strong."
Logically, aren’t doctors supposed to save lives? How come Emma White was nothing like that?
The fierce demeanor, where’s the doctor’s likeness in that?
Emma White?
George Xyler, who had been silent, finally reacted, "She beat you? Is there a video?"
Jacob Jordan pursed his lips, desperately wanting to say no.
You all know I lost, why bother looking at a video to rub it in?
But before he could speak, his good brother Charles Jordan eagerly went out, returning with something in his hand.
"You really are my brother."
Jacob Jordan kicked him, squeezing out each word between his teeth.
Charles Jordan heard, flashed a bright smile at him, and quickly plugged the item into the computer to start playing.
Everyone in the living room watched the screen with interest, except Jacob Jordan who wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
As the video played, Charles Jordan’s frown deepened and his facial expression turned strange.
Until it finished, he reluctantly dragged it back to the climax before hesitantly speaking, "Why do I feel like the figure and moves in the video look especially familiar?"
"Could it be you’ve been beaten too?"
Mason Quinn’s offhand comment suddenly triggered a realization in Charles Jordan.
He finally knew why it felt so familiar.
"Back at the Elysium, when I sparred with Miss Green, she was exactly like this."
Fast, accurate, ruthless.
Giving you no chance to react at all.
The atmosphere in the living room instantly became weird.
Jacob Jordan asked, "You don’t think Emma White and your Miss Green are the same person, do you?"
Could there really be such a coincidence?
Julian Sia stared at the figure on the screen, his dark eyes dimming, a fleeting emotion deep within them.
His thin lips parted slightly, placing the candy in his mouth, the sweet taste quickly spreading, the curve at the edge of his lips barely visible.
Ah Jin, how long can you keep your little secret hidden?
"It would be fine if only Charles thought the movements were familiar, but I’m also familiar with them," George Xyler’s gaze was meaningful, "to my knowledge, that little ancestor took leave after Julian left, leaving the Elysium empty."
Upon hearing this.
Jacob Jordan’s eyes widened, so the person he fought with could actually be their madam.
Why did it have to be so socially fatal, he even blatantly threatened her.
If it’s true, he’d have nowhere to cry if she demands accountability later.
"Is it too late to go apologize now?" Jacob Jordan asked tearfully.
"Probably too late," Mason Quinn clicked his tongue, "Julian’s little ancestor is known to hold a grudge."
Counting until now, whoever crossed her didn’t end well.
The House of Goodman in Capital City and the Zheng family, are in precarious states.
The Song Manor in Bayne City, the entire family was arrested.
"Don’t worry, if something happens to you, I will prepare the aftercare," Mason Quinn added as if it weren’t enough, "a grand funeral type."
Jacob Jordan rolled his eyes, annoyed, retorting, "I appreciate your kind offer, you should keep it for yourself."
Mason Quinn hummed lazily with laughter, "But really, if she is indeed Emma White, a lot of things could be explained, like the gas station surveillance, no doubt J was helping with the Song Manor scandal."
What precisely was the relationship between Claire Green and J?
Julian Sia’s gaze paused slightly, his profound pupils revealing nothing of his thoughts.
"Go to Drake Manor."
...
"You’re leaving?" Drake White looked at the girl in confusion, "Why?"
He had heard from Du Zehao about the incident at the shopping center, but hadn’t she won? Why was she suddenly leaving?
Claire Green rubbed her temples, a hint of frustration in her eyes.
Damn, how could she not link that guy with her brother?
Now that she’s beaten that guy, he’ll definitely be questioned when he gets back, her brother was already suspicious, and now she’s practically handing herself over to be exposed.
"There’s something in M Country." Claire Green didn’t elaborate, simply stating concisely.
If she didn’t run now, the fact that she is Emma White would likely be exposed.
Upon hearing this.
Drake White, being straightforward, didn’t think too much, just assuming there was an issue with her project with Thomas Skin, and urged her.
"If there’s something, then go quickly, I’ll keep an eye on Lowe."
Claire Green nodded lazily, bent down, and got into the car.
Almost as soon as they left, Julian Sia and his group’s car arrived at the manor.
Upon seeing who had come, Du Zehao felt it might be troublesome, "Our boss isn’t here, do you have any matters?"
"As long as Emma White is here, it’s fine."
"Sorry," Du Zehao grinned, "Miss White isn’t here either."
Thank goodness the boss and Miss White left.
Inside the car, Julian Sia chuckled lowly, seems like she ran quite quickly.
Since Ah Jin wants to play games, he would take his time.