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Chapter 25: Claire’s Guardian
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When the princ.i.p.al opened the door, a tall figure broke into his field of vision.
In an haute couture suit, the man looked n.o.ble and graceful. His facial features were chiseled and exquisite. He was so flawlessly handsome that people would be attracted to him at the first sight.
At this moment, he was standing upright with his hands behind his back, and there was something majestic and awe-inspiring about him.
The princ.i.p.al’s head was spinning from shock and fright.
Hunter Johnson?!
G.o.d, he had finally sent away the two ‘Buddha’ and here came an ‘ancestor’!
The Johnsons owned half of the shares in Lance Middle School. This guy was indeed his ‘ancestor’!
Besides, Mr. Johnson’s brain was damaged two years ago, so he was even more difficult to serve than a real ‘ancestor’.
Almost weeping, the princ.i.p.al forced a smile and quickly invited Hunter in. “Mr. Johnson, why didn’t you tell me in advance that you were coming. I could have sent someone to pick you up.”
Hunter walked in gracefully, his arrogant gaze sweeping around.
Then he frowned, and a disgusted look appeared on his face.
Following behind him, the princ.i.p.al smiled politely. “Does your grandfather, Mr. Johnson, have any instructions for me?”
Hunter stopped in front of the French window, and the sunlight shone into the depths of his pupils. “I didn’t come on behalf of the Johnsons.”
The princ.i.p.al was puzzled. “Then you…”
The man tilted his head slightly, revealing his cold yet perfect profile, and gave a wicked smile. “This time, I came as Claire’s guardian.”
The princ.i.p.al was dumbfounded.
Claire?
Her guardian?
“I heard that you are going to expel Claire from the school?” Hunter gave the princ.i.p.al a cold glance, and his stern stare swept across his face like a blade.
The princ.i.p.al was so scared that he stuttered. “No… there is no such thing…”
G.o.d knew that bhe didn’t dare to do anything to Claire now!
“Really?” Hunter slowly picked up the pen on the table.
With a click, he snapped it in half.
The princ.i.p.al’s heart suddenly jumped to his throat. “Sure… Claire is sitting in the cla.s.sroom right now!”
Upon hearing this, Hunter’s brows finally relaxed.
“I want to build another library in the school, named after…” He paused, and as if remembering something, he cracked a pleased smile. “After Claire. I’ll transfer the money directly to your card.”
Overjoyed, the princ.i.p.al kept nodding and bowing. “Thank you, thank you for your generosity, Mr. Johnson.”
After sending away the ‘ancestor’, the princ.i.p.al patted his chest, still recovering from the shock.
Fortunately, he had a narrow escape, and Mr. Johnson even donated a library to the school.
However, what was the relations.h.i.+p between Mr. Johnson and Claire?
——
Derek hurried back to the cla.s.sroom. When he saw Claire sitting on her seat safe and sound, he sighed in relief and texted Hunter.
“Your fiancée is fine.”
It was all thanks to his cleverness.
If Claire knew about it, would she be grateful to him?
Derek secretly chuckled.
After school.
Claire walked to the school gate, and a Maybach suddenly stopped in front of her.
The car window rolled down, revealing the handsome face of Hunter.
Reclining gracefully in the car seat, Hunter propped his chin with a hand and gazed at Claire.
His raised eyebrows revealed his good mood and he said with great interest, “I can waste a minute listening to you expressing your grat.i.tude to me.”
Claire only felt puzzled.
This man was literally haunting her like a ghost.
Without a word, she turned and jumped onto a bus.
Hunter scowled. “You ungrateful little thing, can’t you just say thank you?”
Mr. Hopkins said, “Maybe… Miss Smith doesn’t know that you saved her.”
Hunter asked him irritably. “How can I let her know?”
“Do you have to let Miss Smith know?”
“Of course.” Hunter crossed his slender legs and said, “I am not a philanthropist, moreover, even a philanthropist will leave his name. Why shouldn’t I let her know?”
Mr. Hopkins opened his mouth but found himself unable to refute the logic.
