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nClaire put her hand on Bob’s head. “Does he have to lie?”

n“Although my son is very naughty, he never lies!” Helen held Bob against her and echoed.

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n“No, I…” Phoebe stomped her feet anxiously at the strange glances from everyone, but couldn’t think of an excuse.

nClaire hooked the gun with her finger, stood up, and walked towards Phoebe step by step.

n“Help, Mommy!” Phoebe was so frightened that she immediately grabbed Ada’s sleeve.

nAda stood up and shielded her behind her body. “Claire, what do you want to do? Put down the gun! If Phoebe really said such things, I’ll make her apologize to you!”

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nClaire frowned impatiently and pushed Ada away. She raised the gun, and after spinning it a few times between her fingers, she patted Phoebe’s pale face.

n“Do you think you’re smart? When I learned to play this trick, you were still wearing diapers!”

nWith the black muzzle close at hand, Phoebe trembled with fright, her heart almost jumped to her throat, and she kept moving back.

nClaire pressed on with a wicked smile, and her deep dark eyes seemed to be able to suck her in. “What are you afraid of? Don’t you have a good tongue? Why don’t you speak anymore?”

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nPhoebe’s back slammed into the dining table, and then her legs became weak. She fell to the ground with a plop.

nClaire squatted down on one knee and slowly rubbed her muzzle on Phoebe’s lips. “Next time you dare to talk nonsense, I will rip out your tongue and sew your mouth. Wanna have a try?”

nShe said gently as if she was discussing what to eat that night.

nPhoebe’s horrified eyes stared at her unblinkingly. Like a person on the verge of drowning, she was unable to breathe but could only gasp for breath.

nShe wanted to scream, but her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton. She couldn’t make a sound and tears fell down from her face.

nClaire smiled contemptuously and slowly stood up. “Solve the rest yourselves.”

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nWith that, she walked up to the second floor.

nSuddenly, as if thinking of something, she stopped. She stood on the stairs, turned her head, and glanced at Helen and Vivian condescendingly. “There is no regret medicine in the world. Just because you apologize to me doesn’t mean I have to forgive you.”

nHelen and Vivian looked blank.

nOn the other side, Ada hurriedly helped Phoebe up and gently patted her on the cheek. “Phoebe, what’s the matter with you? Say something, don’t scare me!”

nPhoebe didn’t respond, her eyes were empty and glassy. She was obviously scared silly.

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nAs soon as Claire went back to her room, her phone rang.

nAfter getting through, Marvin said on the other end. “Glen has been put into prison.”

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nClaire walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the radiant red clouds in the distance. “Well, how many years will he have to stay in prison?”

n“It’s enough for him to stay in prison for 30 years for mobilizing military power privately.” After a pause, Marvin added. “As for Helen and Vivian, I’ll solve them.”

nClaire smiled and hung up.

nWith a ding, an email popped out.

nIt was from Liam again.

nClaire tapped the screen lightly with her fingers, her head and eyes drooping and her face expressionless. After a while, she clicked and replied to the email.

nImmediately afterwards, she called Gallon.

n“I have something to tell you.”

nGallon thought there was some gossip and sounded very excited. “What? What?”

nClaire opened the window, and her voice drifted away with the wind. “I want to join the Gods Organization.”

n“What?!”

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