Chapter 13: Chapter 13

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

He must ruin that girl!

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Walking into the classroom, Tom went straight to Claire.

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

Tom knocked on the desk.

Hearing the sound, Claire raised her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…”

Tom was completely stunned, his dumbfounded expression particularly funny.

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

As 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!”

Hearing it, Claire vaguely recalled it.

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

“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?”

“Not interested.”

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

Tom was really angered.

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Even his men behind him began to whisper.

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

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

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

Tom glared fiercely behind him.

Damn, he had never seen such a difficult woman.

But 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?”

Claire had no reaction at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Night.

Emperor Nightclub.

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

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

One 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!”

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

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