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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

n“Huh?” Tom spat out the gum and grinned evilly. “Yes, this is a good idea!”

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nHe must ruin that girl!

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nWalking into the classroom, Tom went straight to Claire.

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nClaire was bending over the desk and sleeping with a hat covering her face.

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nTom knocked on the desk.

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nHearing the sound, Claire raised her head.

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nSeeing her cold eyes, Tom couldn’t help feeling a chill go down his spine.

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nHe coughed dryly. “Well… Claire, are you sleeping?”

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nClaire pulled out the earphones, her voice hoarse from sleep. “What’s up?”

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nTom sat down on the desk, tilted his body, and smiled wickedly. “I want to apologize to you for what happened last time.”

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n“Last time?” Claire frowned. “What was it?”

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nTom’s smile froze. “You… don’t remember it? Then, do you know me?!”

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nClaire stared at him, narrowed her eyes, and replied. “No.”

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n“…”

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nTom was completely stunned, his dumbfounded expression particularly funny.

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n“You fought with my men last time. How could you not remember it?”

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nAs he said, one of his men stuck his head out and echoed. “You kicked that dude’s knee into a comminuted fracture. He’s still lying in the hospital now!”

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nHearing it, Claire vaguely recalled it.

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n“So?” She glanced at Tom coldly asking him. “Do you want to have another fight with me?”

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n“No, no,” Tom waved his hand quickly and said with a cheeky smile, “It was completely our fault last time. How could we beat a girl? To apologize, may I invite you to drink?”

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n“Not interested.”

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nClaire refused flatly, pulled the hat down, and went back to sleep.

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nTom was really angered.

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nEven his men behind him began to whisper.

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n“Fuck, isn’t this woman too arrogant?”

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n“How dare she ignore Boss? Does she want to die?”

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n“She should be the first woman besides Phoebe to refuse Boss, right?”

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nTom glared fiercely behind him.

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nDamn, he had never seen such a difficult woman.

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nBut for the sake of Princess Phoebe, he had to suppress his anger. He forced himself to smile. “Claire, don’t be so unapproachable. I sincerely appreciate your martial skills and want to be friends with you. Can you give me a chance?”

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nClaire had no reaction at all.

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nAfter a long time, until everyone thought she was really asleep, she raised her head again. Her keen stare was firmly locked on Tom.

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nUnder such a stare, Tom felt as if he was stripped naked and couldn’t hide any secret. He couldn’t help feeling flustered.

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nClaire smiled, and there was a touch of wickedness in her smile. “Are you sure… you want to drink with me?”

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nTom was stunned for a while before he said, “Of… of course…”

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nHe immediately threw a note on the table. “Tomorrow night, at this place, be there or be square!”

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nWith that, he fled from the place with his men.

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nWhen he walked far away, he could still feel a pair of deep, dark eyes staring at him, giving him goosebumps.

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nDamn it, how could this bitch have such an overwhelming aura!

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nSitting on the seat, Claire stretched out her slender fingers. She picked up the note, glanced at it, and threw it into the trash can.

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nNight.

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nEmperor Nightclub.

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nIn a room, the lights were brilliant, and a dozen bottles of liquor were displayed on the coffee table.

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nTom was lying on the sofa, cross-legged. “Have you brought enough liquor?”

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nOne of his men smiled and said, “Yes, Boss, rest assured. The liquor is more than enough to get that girl drunk. And I’ve prepared a camera to make sure that we can take 360-degree shots of her!”

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n“Very good!” Tom clenched his fists, his eyes full of resentment.

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nHe gnashed his teeth and said, “This time, I must make her kneel down and beg for mercy!”

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