C1 Screw You

Claire did not expect to meet Jeremiah in Vlertol.

Speaking of which, she and Jeremiah had some sort of relationship.

After all, Claire's biological mother was Jeremiah's cousin.

However, Claire hated Jeremiah. She hated him. She was soft and quiet, and she rarely interacted with outsiders. As a "stranger" who had only met him once, it was impressive that Jeremiah could make her hate him.

It was not an accident that they met on that day. The two of them happened to be staying in the same inn.

The day before, Christina had told Claire, "A group of new guests have arrived at the inn. Among them, there is a man who is especially handsome." She even urged Claire to go and take a look.

Christina was the psychiatrist Lenora, who had asked the hostess of the inn to help her look for a tour guide. She was a very lively girl who was in her twenties. She liked singing and dancing, and she also loved drawing. However, she met a guest who did not like to leave the house, and the two of them spent all day in the inn's room, staring at each other.

It was not easy to find a topic that the young girls would like, but it just so happened that Claire was not interested.

However, she did not give up. In the morning, the two of them went for breakfast, and suddenly, they saw someone in the crowd. She shook Claire's hand and said, "Look, look, it's him. Isn't he very handsome?"

Claire grabbed the plate and looked up to see Jeremiah.

Objectively speaking, Jeremiah was indeed quite handsome. He was young, but he had a healthy, wheat-colored skin, double eyelids, almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, and a calm and noble bearing that came from a rich family. He looked quite handsome.

The key was that he had a good figure. He was tall and straight, and he wore a set of dark blue casual clothes. Standing there, he was like a crane among chickens.

He looked very good.

Claire glanced at him and said, "Oh." Then, she went to her seat with her plate.

Christina looked at him reluctantly for a few more times before sitting down with her. In the end, she did not give up and asked, "Come on, Sister Claire, isn't he handsome?" She held her face and said, "I've never seen a man more handsome than him in my life."

This was too exaggerated.

Claire said honestly, "You have seen too little."

It was rare for her to be willing to answer, so Christina exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that sister has seen someone more handsome than him?"

Claire nodded.

"Wow, who is it?"

Claire said, "My brother."

Christina looked at her and could not believe her words. Because Claire was quite beautiful. She had a oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and gentle features. Her temperament was cold and clear, which was very attractive.

As long as her brother was 80% as handsome as her, he would definitely be handsome.

Of course, at this time, Christina did not know that the "little brother" that Claire was referring to was only five years old and a naughty brat. If he was not handsome, he would have been beaten to death. She was very envious and said, "If only I had a handsome brother, I would be able to eat two bowls of rice every day."

After saying that, she let out a soft "Ah!"

Claire raised her head to look at her, but before she could react, she heard a voice, "Can we fight for a table?"

The voice was very magnetic and pleasant to the ears, as if it was hitting her heart.

It was also very recognizable. At least, Claire knew who it was.

Jeremiah was the person she hated the most. There was no one else she hated more than him.

Christina had already fainted from the seduction. She had forgotten that her employer was still standing right in front of her. She quickly nodded and said, "Sure, sure. Please take a seat."

Claire turned around.

Jeremiah happened to be sitting down as well. He turned around and looked at her.

"Claire?" He was very surprised.

Claire held her cup tightly. She wanted to hold back, but she couldn't. With a swish, a cup of hot milk was thrown at him.