Upon hearing this.
A faint smile appeared on Claire Green's lips.
"How about a bet?"
Thomas Skin became intrigued, "Tell me, what kind of bet?"
If J was proposing a bet, it definitely wasn't ordinary.
Indeed.
"Bet whether in two months I can make people both love and hate me as you said."
Claire Green pulled over a chair and sat down, resting her elbow on the armrest, her fair fingertip supporting her face, her eyes full of interest as she stared at Thomas Skin.
Her tone was lazy with a hint of roguishness.
After listening.
Thomas Skin looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to bet on this.
Wasn't this already a settled matter?
No player would like a game with time limits.
He asked in return, "Are you sure?"
Seeing her nod, Thomas Skin chuckled confidently, "Since you've proposed, I can only accept. But, what's the reward?"
A mischievous look flashed deep in Claire Green's eyes, and she said leisurely, "If you win, I'll add another year to the patent rights."
