Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The two of them walked up to Claire and stopped.

Awakened by the movement, Claire raised her head and spotted Gallon, so she grabbed his sleeves and said drowsily, “You've come? OK, take a seat then.”

Gallon didn't speak, and raised his chin.

At this moment, Claire keenly perceived that a pair of cold eyes were staring at the back of her head.

She turned around and found that there was another man standing beside him. She raised her eyes only to see Hunter's sullen face. He was staring at her gloomily, pursing his thin lips and trying to restrain his anger.

Claire immediately sobered up.

Why was he here?

Hunter and Gallon sat down on her either side, sandwiching her in the middle.

The three of them sported long faces, and no one spoke. The temperature suddenly dropped to zero, making people around feel like they were in an ice cellar.

People sitting in front looked back at them from time to time.

“She is the long-lost daughter of the Smiths…”

“That's her? I heard that she is unruly and underbred, hanging out with gangsters all day long. How can she be put in Cla.s.s One? What if she leads other kids astray?”

“Who are the two men next to her?”

“The taller one looks familiar. He seems to be… Oh… Hunter Johnson!”

“Gos.h.!.+”

The atmosphere in the cla.s.sroom became tense in an instant, and everyone looked frightened and shrank back, wis.h.i.+ng to move away as far as possible.

They all had heard about the deeds of this young master.

The cla.s.s teacher Mr. Wilson walked into the cla.s.sroom and told everyone to gather in the playground.

Gallon took the opportunity to drag Claire aside.

“Tell me honestly, who is he?”

Claire replied casually. “Hunter Johnson.”

“He is Hunter Johnson?!” Gallon's eyes widened.

It turned out that Claire was that hapless girl.

“Why did you call him over?”

Claire rubbed the place between her eyebrows, a little irritable. “I didn't.”

“So he came uninvited?”

“Yeah.” Claire put her hands in her trouser pockets. “Anyway, you can just ignore him.”

Gallon thought back to what happened just now and was a little puzzled. “Is his brain really sick? I think he looks quite normal.”

In the woods, Hunter's face was gloomy. He stared at the two figures in the distance, and a fierce gleam flashed across his deep dark eyes. He was like a beast staring at his prey, exuding a dangerous aura.

Mr. Hopkins purposely asked him. “Young Master, are you okay?”

No, he was not okay!

He was upset!

Very upset!

Super upset!

Hunter slammed a fist on the trunk beside him and roared. “He called her 'his girl'! And she even tugged at his sleeve! She has never done that to me!”

Mr. Hopkins was a little worried that Young Master would rush over to bite the poor man.

The sports games were about to begin, and Claire and Gallon walked to the playground.

Hunter glanced at the tree next to him and said angrily, “It's such an eyesore! Dig it out!”

Then, he walked quickly towards Claire.

The sports compet.i.tion was conducted grade wise, and the first game was running.

On the playground, everyone was looking at Claire and talking about the two men beside her.

“Both the men are so handsome! What's their relations.h.i.+p with Claire?”

“I'm tempted to ask for their numbers…”

“I heard that one of them is Hunter Johnson.”

“Ah? You mean that lunatic? What a pity! He is so handsome, but… why is he accompanying Claire here?”

“Tell me, who is the other one?”

“I don't know…”

On the starting line, Hunter slowly unzipped his jacket and glanced at Claired arrogantly. “If you can't catch up, walk slowly behind me. I'll get first place for you.”