Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In a milk tea shop, a group of people sat around the round table, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Derek asked incredulously. “So… you just agreed?!”

Joe shrank his neck and murmured. “How could I admit defeat in front of the girl I like? And he was goading me, so I agreed on impulse…”

Jack tapped the desktop with his fingers. “Come on, Becky’s brother is a professional player, a member of the GIO team. He has participated in a lot of national contests. We are all amateurs. How can we beat him?”

Joe raised his head, folded his hands together, and looked at Claire with pleading eyes. “Claire, you’re good at playing games. Please help me. I beg you. I’ll do whatever I can to repay you!”

Everyone looked at Claire.

Claire was leaning back on the chair lazily and wearing a peaked cap that covered her eyebrows and eyes. Her pink lips were sucking on a straw.

After quite a while, she slowly put down the milk tea and asked. “How much time has he given you to prepare?”

Joe raised a finger and replied with trepidation. “A… a week…”

“What?!” Derek exclaimed. “A week? Even a month may not be enough!”

Claire rubbed her glabella and felt her head hurt.

Joe cried loudly. “Claire, I can only count on you, boohoo…”

“Be quiet.” Claire looked at Joe coldly, her face indifferent as ever. “Do you want to win?”

Joe nodded vigorously.

Claire asked again. “Do you want to earn back your face?”

Joe continued to nod.

“If there is no accident, it’ll be a team of five.” Claire’s cold gaze swept across everyone’s face and fell on Joe again. Her tone was calm. “You, me, Jack, Wayne, Chuck, any problems?”

Joe cast a look for help at the other three people.

Jack sighed. “Fine, as your good brother, I can’t just watch you die.”

Wayne and Chuck also nodded.

The team members were finalized.

Claire slowly got up, supported the table with one hand, and looked at them gloomily, with a domineering aura. “From now on, you’ll have to follow my command and receive systematic training. You’re not getting any sleep this week.”

Everyone looked up at Claire, feeling that she was emitting a dazzling light.

When Claire came out of the milk tea shop, her phone suddenly rang.

It was from Mr. Hopkins.

Claire picked up the phone and asked. “What’s the matter?”

Mr. Hopkins sounded very anxious on the other end. “Miss Claire, Mr. Johnson is going to meet Ethan Muller!”

Claire’s heart did a flip and her tone was icy. “Find a way to stop him.”

“I tried, but failed. Since Mr. Johnson returned to normal, he became even grumpier and won’t listen to anyone!”

Claire narrowed her eyes. “Where is his father?”

Mr. Hopkins replied. “He is in another city. I’ve already called him and he’s rushing back. Mr. Johnson is going out to meet Ethan Muller now. Miss Claire, please think of a way to stop him.”

Claire exhaled slowly. “Tell me where they’re going to meet, the car he is going to ride, and the license plate number of the car.”

“Okay, I’ve sent all the information to your phone.”

After hanging up, Claire found Hunter’s phone number.

She called but the call was disconnected.

It didn’t get through until the third time.

The man’s impatient voice came from the other end. “Who is it?”

“I am Claire.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then the man asked. “What do you want?”

He seemed unwilling to speak to her..