Chapter 7: Little Sister, Add Me on WhatsApp

In an instant, every eye in the living room was fixed on her.

Mia desperately wanted to snap back, "Who wants to live in peace with you?" But looking into Clara’s eyes, she saw a terrifying vision of herself being torn to shreds.

"Of course..."

Mia’s lips trembled. By the time she realized what was happening, the words had already escaped her.

"That's great!" Clara walked over to Mia and happily took her hand. "From now on, we’re going to get along famously!"

Looking at Clara’s smile, Mia felt an unknown danger lurking in the depths of those eyes, making her instinctively want to pull away.

But Clara’s grip was too firm; Mia’s hand actually began to throb with pain.

"Good... good."

Only after receiving a response did Clara release her hand.

"Daddy, I'm so hungry..."

The moment Clara acted spoiled, Mr. Jian’s heart turned into a puddle.

He led Clara toward the kitchen, talking as they walked: "Daddy made his specialty porridge for you and steamed some eggs. Let's see if they suit your taste."

As the two entered the kitchen, Mrs. Jian’s expression darkened instantly as she turned to face Mia.

"Mia, I am truly disappointed in you."

"Didn't we already discuss this? Clara’s return doesn't threaten your status. You are still the eldest miss of the Jian family, and there will always be a place for you in the company. Why must you try to destroy her? Do you really hate her that much!"

Mrs. Jian usually appeared very loving and possessed a mild temperament, but if someone crossed her boundaries, she became terrifying.

In that moment, Mia understood.

The Jian blood flowing in Clara’s veins came from Mrs. Jian; the two were cut from the same cloth—and it was frightening.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. But if there is a next time, the Jian family will no longer have a place for you."

With that, Mrs. Jian turned and walked into the kitchen.

Mia could barely stay standing. She looked at Julian as he approached her, unable to do anything.

"Mia, there won't be a next time."

Julian’s gaze was glacial, devoid of the affection he once held for her.

Leaving her with those words, Julian turned to Alistair.

"I'll drive you back."

Alistair nodded, and Julian went upstairs to grab his car keys.

Seeing the Jian family members had all left, Mia breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to return to her room, she met Alistair’s eyes.

"I'll give you points for courage, but you're incredibly stupid."

Alistair didn't even bother to spare her another glance as he turned and walked out of the house.

"Did I really do something wrong?"

Mia lowered her head, her gaze a mix of confusion and simmering hatred.

"No, I'm not wrong! They are the ones who are wrong!"

By the time Julian came back down, Mia was no longer in the living room. He shouted a quick goodbye to those in the kitchen and left.

Inside his own place, Alistair turned on the lights and looked at Julian, who had followed him in. "I thought you were just dropping me off?"

Julian rolled his eyes. "I’m miserable. Yours is the only place where I can drink and find someone to talk to."

And so, Julian spent the entire night buzzing in Alistair’s ear.

Just before falling asleep, a thought suddenly popped into Alistair’s mind.

It’s all Julian’s fault. I forgot to get Clara’s  

WhatsApp

!

The next morning, Alistair uncharacteristically woke up before noon, opening his eyes around eight.

He didn't even linger in bed. He got up immediately, and by the time he finished washing up, he was fully awake.

He walked to the guest room where Julian had slept and delivered a sharp slap to his leg.

"Ah! That hurts! What time is it! Are you insane, Alistair!"

Alistair ignored his frantic shouting. Checking the time on his phone, he said calmly, "You have five minutes to get ready."

Julian sat up, bleary-eyed, and checked his phone.

"It’s 8:20, you maniac!"

Julian ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "What on earth could make this legendary sleeper so energetic on less than five hours of rest?"

Five minutes later, Julian hopped into Alistair’s car just as the engine roared to life.

"I’ll leave my car in your garage for now. I'll come pick it up when I have time."

Alistair drove off with a blank expression. "You’d better remember it’s there. If you don't come for it, I'll call a tow truck and send it straight to the scrap yard."

Julian ignored him, adjusting his hair in the mirror.

He bore a striking resemblance to Clara—at least sixty or seventy percent.

"Pure" and "innocent"—words usually used for girls—didn't sound right for a man.

Yet they fit Julian perfectly; he actually had more male pursuers than female ones.

Because of this, Julian had started working out. He was about two centimeters shorter than Alistair, standing at 188cm—the classic "lean in clothes, muscular without" type.

"You got up this early just to drive me home?"

Julian looked at his house appearing in the distance, his shock written all over his face.

Then, with a look of horror, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Holy crap, you aren't actually interested in me, are you?"

A cold smirk played on Alistair’s lips. "Shut up if you don't want to die. Then, go get your sister."

"My sister?"

The realization hit Julian instantly, and his face turned cold. "You like her."

"I'm just being a good family friend, helping the sister who just returned get familiar with the area."

Julian snorted. "You'd better be."

Alistair parked the car, and Julian headed straight for Clara’s room.

"Brother? Is something wrong?"

Julian looked at his innocent sister, feeling as though he hadn't even had time to get to know her before a black wolf was trying to carry her off.

"I’m taking you to buy some clothes and introduce you to the city."

"That way, you'll know where to go when you hang out with friends later."

Clara was a classical dancer and had recently accepted an invitation from a famous national dance troupe.

"Okay! Give me a moment to change."

Clara changed into an antique blue dress and headed out with Julian, her heart full of joy.

However, the moment she saw Alistair sitting in the car, the smile froze on her face.

It was true she had to seduce Alistair Vance, but that didn't mean she wanted to see him every single day.

"Get in."

Alistair’s mood brightened the moment he saw Clara.

"Come on, get in. Alistair is playing chauffeur for you today. I've never seen anyone else get this kind of treatment."

Clara nodded, thinking to herself:

Would you like this kind of treatment? Because you can have it!

Once they were in the car, Alistair handed his phone to Clara in the back seat.

"Add my WhatsApp."

Clara was stunned, and Julian was equally shocked, quickly reaching out to snatch the phone back.

"You have my WhatsApp, that’s enough. I’ll just pass any messages to her."

"Can you be by her side every hour of the day?"

Alistair shot Julian a dissatisfied look before handing the phone back to Clara.

"Little Sister, adding a WhatsApp won't kill you."

Clara reached out, took the phone, and added her account.

"It's done."

Alistair arched an eyebrow, looking at the cute kitten avatar. He guessed she probably liked fluffy creatures like cats.

"If anything happens in the future, give me a call."