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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nSuddenly, she rushed forward at an astonishing speed and kicked the little gangster who had shown her a middle finger.

nThe strong impact almost sent the man flying. His body drew a beautiful arc in the air, hit the wall with a bang, and then rolled to the ground. Within seconds, he was lying on his stomach like a dead fish, unable to move.

nThe smiles froze on the punks’ faces.

n“Damn it, hell!” They cursed loudly and rushed forward together.

nClaire strangled the necks of the two of them with her hands and threw them against the wall at the same time. Then, she stepped on a gangster’s shoulder and kicked the other one’s chin.

nWith a crack, there was a sound of bone breaking.

nIn less than a minute, all five gangsters were knocked out.

nThey fell on the ground, vomiting and screaming in pain.

nClaire drew a knife and slammed it into the crack of the wall. After that, she lowered her head and stared at them like a fierce wolf pup, her eyes shining with a murderous gleam.

n“Do you want to continue playing?”

nThe punks paled in fright. They supported each other, and crawled away.

nClaire put the knife into her sleeve, grabbed the schoolbag in the corner with one hand, and walked towards Sheldon.

nSheldon was still sitting against the wall in a mess, panting heavily.

nClaire half squatted in front of him, rested her chin in her hand, and smiled. “Oh, did our Young Master just have a fight with others?”

nSheldon turned aside his face, bursting with anger and shame. “It’s none of your business.”

nClaire raised her eyebrows and said leisurely, “Since someone gave you a second life, you should cherish it.”

nHearing this, Sheldon turned his head with a jerk and stared at Claire in astonishment. “How do you know about this?!”

nWithout answering him, Claire unzipped her schoolbag, took out a pile of medicine stickers from it, and threw them at Sheldon’s feet.

nSheldon shouted in a huff. “I am not injured!”

nClaire smiled silently. “Just because your face is not injured doesn’t mean your body is not, either.”

nSheldon had been cleverly protecting his face during the fight.

nExcept for his messy hair, his face was still handsome and attractive.

n“Try it.” Claire stood up slowly. “I always use it after a fight. It has worked for me.”

nWith that, she flung her school bag on her shoulder, turned, and walked out of the alley.

nWatching the girl’s figure disappearing into the dark night, Sheldon looked down at the medicine stickers lying next to his feet, and his heart welled up in an indescribable feeling.

nSoon after Claire arrived home, Sheldon came back.

nHe was neatly dressed, and no one could tell that he had just been in a fight, but he wobbled a little in his walk.

nOn weekends, there were no classes.

nClaire was woken up by her phone early in the morning.

nAn email arrived with a ding.

nShe opened it and glanced at it. It was exactly the same as those she received last week, so she clicked on the delete button.

nBut she couldn’t fall asleep anymore after this. She simply got up and went downstairs.

nOn the first floor, Evans Taylor walked into the hall with a cane. The sun was scorching outside, and he panted with heat. He sat on the sofa and looked around.

nThere was no one in the house.

nHe was wondering about it when he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and he turned his head to look at the persom.

nClaire was coming down from the second floor.

nEvans was stunned for a moment and then waved to her. “Girl, pour me a glass of water. Hurry up.”

nClaire didn’t respond, and walked into the kitchen in slippers. She brewed a cup of cold tea, and brought it to Evans.

nEvans took two sips.

nThe tea was well-brewed, not light or astringent.

nThe little girl was not bad.

nEvans put down the teacup, and looked at Claire. He asked her. “Which servant’s daughter are you? Why didn’t I see you before?”

nAccording to Phoebe’s description, Claire in Evans’ imagination should be a little thug with a wild hairstyle and heavy makeup.

nBut the girl in front of him was dressed in neat pajamas, with pitch-black hair draped over her shoulders. She had a pretty face, delicate features, and bright eyes.

nShe was standing there quietly, with a clean and clear temperament.

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