Chapter 87 - Who Dares To Take Her Away!
Chapter 87: Who Dares To Take Her Away!
Claire ignored her and continued. “I beat him because he broke my things. He must apologize first.”
Vivian gritted her teeth and suppressed her anger. “How much money is it? I’ll pay you.”
“Pay me?” Claire tilted her head, and the breeze messed up her hair.
She laughed wickedly. “Okay… though I hit him, I can pay him, or I can pay more, can I hit him once more?”
“Shut up! How dare you talk to me like this?” Vivian flushed.
“Why? Did I say anything wrong?” Claire walked forward slowly, propping the coffee table with both hands. After bending down, her face almost touched hers and her aura was overwhelming.
She opened her red lips. “Or you can put a price on your life? I will pay you and then kill you, okay?”
Vivian was forced to look at the girl’s eyes. They were dark, cold, and dangerous, like a bottomless abyss that she would fall into and break into pieces with the slightest carelessness.
Her husband was the Deputy Minister of Military and Political Affairs, and she was definitely not a nobody.
But at this moment, fear held her throat tightly like a vine. The look in this girl’s eyes made her tremble in fear.
“Mommy…”
A voice broke the dead silence.
Phoebe walked down from the second floor with a drawing board in her hand.
Ada was afraid that she would be frightened and hurriedly said, “It’s late. Quickly go to the art class.”
“OK.” Phoebe took a sneaky look at the people present and walked out the door obediently.
The driver was waiting outside.
She was preparing to get in the car when a Maybach drove over suddenly and stopped at the door.
Phoebe looked curiously. “Whose car is this?”
The driver replied. “It looks like the Johnsons’ car.”
The Johnsons?
Phoebe was a little surprised.
The window was not open, and she couldn’t see who was inside.
She vaguely remembered that Ann once said that Hunter Johnson was very good-looking.
The driver urged her. “Miss, we’ll be late soon.”
Only then did Phoebe come back from her reverie and turned to the car.
In the hall, Vivian took a breath and forced herself to calm down, but her voice trembled. “Mrs. Smith, if you can’t educate your daughter well, I can only take her away.”
Several guards stood at the door, ready to rush in at any time.
Hearing this, Ada relaxed.
It would be great if they just took Claire away and didn’t pick on the Smiths. She could still bring Claire back a few days later and it wouldn’t affect Phoebe.
“I’d like to see who dares to take her away.”
A deep and cold voice came from outside the door.
Everyone turned their heads and looked up.
In the setting sun, a man slowly walked into the hall.
He was wearing a white shirt with his collar slightly open and a black windbreaker, which set off his figure perfectly. He walked in gracefully, and the hem of his clothes fluttered.
It was Hunter Johnson.
As soon as he appeared there, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely oppressive.
Ada almost passed out.
How come he was here?!
Helen was a little flustered. She held Bob tightly, and whispered to Vivian. “It’s Hunter Johnson. Cousin, what should we do…”
“What are you afraid of…” Vivian swallowed, a bit scared.
Everyone was afraid of the power of the Johnsons!
But now that she had come here, she couldn’t just walk away.
Hunter stopped and hooked his finger at Claire on the opposite. “Come here.”
Why was he here?
Claire was a little annoyed but still walked over.
Hunter put his hand on Claire’s head, and his cold gaze slowly swept across the hall. “Don’t you know she is my fiancée? How dare you bully her?”