Chapter 71: We’ve Got A Job

Listening to the wails, Hunter was in a very good mood.

But Claire was a bit annoyed. “Are you done yet?”

Only after these sad students outside the car left, did Hunter slowly let go of her.

Drawing a long face, Claire opened the door and jumped out of the car without saying anything.

Looking at the girl’s receding figure, Hunter narrowed his deep dark eyes and threw his phone to Mr. Hopkins. “Help me get an account in the online community of Lance Middle School.”

Mr. Hopkins clicked on the screen and soon returned the phone to him.

On the way back, Hunter propped his head with one hand and played with the phone with the other.

The online community was full of posts discussing Claire. The photos of her eating, sleeping, and drinking were almost overwhelming and would be updated on a daily basis.

In the photos, she was cold, sassy, cool, and handsome.

Especially a picture of her stretching. In that photo, she held up her hands, showing her slim waist, like a lazy cat, cute and proud.

There was no expression on Hunter’s face, but he kept clicking on the screen and saved every single picture of Claire.

Flipping through, he suddenly paused.

A post caught his attention.

It was an anonymous post.

[Are you guys crazy? Don’t you think that Claire is ugly? Every day, she draws a long face as if her entire family has died. I can’t believe you guys are licking her boots so happily. Disgusting!]

Hunter frowned and immediately clicked on the post, leaving a very grumpy comment.

[F*ck you!]

Back home, he had dinner and was about to wash and sleep.

With a ding, his phone rang suddenly.

Hunter picked up his phone and took a look. It was a reply to his comment.

[F*ck, how dare you scold me?! Who the f*ck are you?!]

Hunter’s fingers were dancing quickly across the phone’s touchscreen.

[I’m your father, moron!]

The other party didn’t reply anymore.

Late at night

Phoebe sat at her desk and turned on her computer. The light of the screen reflected on her pale face.

She sent an email according to the address on the note.

Soon, she got a reply.

—500,000 dollars.

A payment link and a password were left below.

The link was only valid for two minutes and would automatically be destroyed when it expired.

Phoebe calculated and realised that she could well afford the money.

She couldn’t wait to click on the link and immediately paid half a million.

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In a dilapidated, damp abandoned factory, it was pitch black.

The cold wind blew and rolled up the dust, leaving a whistling echo, like a ghost’s scream. There was a creak from time to time, which made the place feel even creepier.

There was a smell of decay in the air.

A man was sitting cross-legged on the concrete pipe. Half of his face was hidden in the gloom, while the other half was bleakly illuminated by the moonlight. His long slender fingers were dancing on a laptop.

The tapping sounds were very rhythmic like an eager heartbeat.

At this time, the screen flickered twice, and 500,000 dollars was transferred to the encrypted account.

He kicked the can at his feet and made a loud bang, breaking the dead silence of the dark night. Startled birds flapped their wings and flew away, and shadows of trees shook.

Three figures, like ghosts, slowly emerged from the corner.

“We’ve got a job.” Kenny Lewis curled his lips.

His tone was lazy and casual.

He was tall and thin and looked quite handsome when he smiled. He looked like a well-bred young man, not compatible with this dilapidated factory at all.

The three people walked to him, bent to look at his computer’s screen, and then looked at each other.

“500,000 dollars? Who will take up this assignment?”

Kenny stood up and jumped off the cement pipe. He twisted his neck, clenched his fists, and said with interest, “I will. I haven’t done any exercise in a long time.”

The three of them chuckled.

“Just a little girl. It won’t take much effort on your part.”

Early in the morning

Claire went downstairs slowly.

Phoebe was sitting at the dining table and glanced at Claire, looking to be in a good mood.

After tonight… she would never see this eyesore again!

Claire walked over and picked up a piece of toast. She held it in her mouth, turned, and walked outside.

“Wait a minute.”

Sheldon suddenly stood up, left the dining table, and walked towards Claire. “I have something to ask you.”

Claire raised her eyebrows, didn’t speak, and continued to walk out. Sheldon followed behind her.

Seeing the two of them leaving together, Phoebe wrinkled her little face.

What did Brother want to ask her? What would they talk about?

Claire had stolen her grandfather! Now did she want to steal her brother?!