Chapter 8: Mr. Johnson Wants To See You

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

With her eyes half-closed, Claire turned her head and asked him lazily. “Then why are you telling me this?”

“…”

An embarrassing silence.

After a beat, Derek blinked his innocent eyes, and laughed awkwardly. He put his hand on Claire’s shoulder. “That’s because you’re special to me. You are my deskmate!”

Claire coldly glanced at her own shoulder. “Let go.”

Derek was so scared that he retracted his claw.

Wow, Hunter’s fiancée is fierce…

At this time, the bell rang.

The students swarmed to Phoebe, talking to her and pointing towards Claire from time to time. Judging from their contemptuous expressions, they were obviously gossiping about Claire, in a bad way.

Tom squeezed out of the crowd and bent over Phoebe’s desk, asking her with a fawning smile. “My princess, are you hungry? Are you thirsty? What would you like to eat?”

Phoebe stared at him. “It’s none of your business!”

Then she got up and left the classroom.

“Phoebe!” Tom hurriedly chased behind her.

Derek pointed at them with his chin and said to Claire, “See? He’s a famous simp in our school. Phoebe Smith doesn’t even want to talk to him but he still chases behind her ass every day.”

Not interested in the spectacle, Claire continued to bend over her desk and sleep.

Soon, the bell rang again.

Standing on the stage, the math teacher took out the test papers and said, “The results of the monthly exam have come out. The third multiple-choice question is wrong, so the score will not be deducted for anyone. Monitor, come up and distribute the test papers.”

Hearing this, Phoebe’s eyes widened and she turned her head with a jerk to look at Claire who was bent over the desk, sleeping in the last row.

She was right!

Was it a coincidence or…

Phoebe didn’t dare to think too much. But she was so angry that she crumbled the test paper into a ball and stuffed it into the drawer.

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Claire slept for a whole day. By the time she woke up, it was time to leave.

Derek was packing his schoolbag and blinked at her.

“My deskmate, see you tomorrow!”

Then he skipped out of the classroom.

Claire sat up straight, and pulled out her school bag from the drawer. She slung it on her shoulder, and walked out of the classroom slowly with one hand in her pocket.

As soon as she reached the school gate, a Maybach stopped in front of her. The door opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out.

With a solemn expression, he stood in front of Claire. “Are you Miss Claire Smith?”

Claire raised her eyebrows. “Yes?”

The man said politely, “Miss Claire, Mr. Johnson wants to see you. Please come with us.”

Looking indifferent, Claire asked him. “Who is he?”

Not expecting the girl to be so calm, the man was a little surprised. “Have you heard of Hunter Johnson?”

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In the Maybach, Claire leaned lazily against the car seat and tilted her head to look at the scenery outside the window, chanting a name in her heart.

Hunter.

Um… her so-called fiancé…

The man beside her sneaked a peek at Claire from time to time.

With delicate features, the girl looked beautiful yet aloof. Her body was slender and soft, especially her waist, which was so tiny that one could almost hold it with a single hand. With her eyes squinted, she looked like a lazy little cat. Tantalizing!

It was very different from what he had imagined.

She didn’t have the slightest panic or curiosity on her face and was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

When they arrived at the Johnsons’ villa, the butler Mr. Hopkins came to open the car door. When he saw Claire, he seemed to be stunned by her beauty and a flash of shock went through his eyes.

“Miss Smith, Mr. Johnson is waiting for you in the study.”

Claire came to the second floor and pushed the door open only to see that in the elegant and dark study room, an arrogant yet lonely figure with long, slender legs was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shrouded in the dusk, this figure looked like a god with a golden halo, dazzlingly beautiful.