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It was Clara Ocean's first commercial outing since her identity was revealed.

The media asked her a few questions that the Internet was concerned about.

Clara Ocean had no intention of answering.

The press was all but dragging Clara Ocean by her skirt to keep her from leaving.

"Miss Clara Ocean, I wish you would answer my question directly."

Clara Ocean stopped on her feet and as she turned around, this reporter felt her eyes roll.

Clara Ocean had a beautiful smile and a voice that sounded like a hollow hollow, but the beauty was affected by the heaviness of her throat.

She asked, "Do you live near the sea?"

"Eh?"

This reporter, baffled by Clara Ocean's question, looked into her glassy eyes and truthfully replied, "I don't live by the sea. I live in Ocean City."

"Well, you don't live near the ocean, so why are you so wide?"

Before this reporter knew it, Clara Ocean had disappeared from view.

Only two uppercase words came to mind at the moment.

Really!

Aaron Willo gawks at Clara Ocean and sees some signs of rebirth in her.

That was a very, very similar look in Clara Ocean.

Clara Ocean noticed Aaron Willo's eyes. Instead of that disdainful look, she covered his face shyly with her fingers. "Brother Aaron, why do you look at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Clara Ocean had a sweet, cloying voice, and if you listen closely, her voice doesn't sound like being born again.

The voice of Rebirth is so clear and spiritual that you can't forget to listen to it, yearn for it, and become addicted to it.

Clara Ocean's voice is a bit hoarse and deliberately squeaky, so it sounds soft and artificial.

Aaron Willo shook off the shadow of rebirth with a heave of his head. "No," he said dully.

The two men enter the banquet hall.

Immediately someone they knew came up to talk to Aaron Willo, and Clara Ocean...

The socialites who used to suck up to her now didn't even give her the cold shoulder.

Clara Ocean had seen the faces of these people, and she didn't care about their attitude, so she sat down somewhere.

She opened the chat box and looked around.

【 Rebirth: Slowly, get me some orders. 】

[Slowly: Are you short of money?]

[Rebirth: Well, it's kind of short, anything except for the Tink Pori list.]

Clara Ocean thought about it. To be strong, she had to be rich.

However, the only millions she had in her purse had been spent in the stock market by Xu Xinghe. She was short of money.

[Slowly: OK, I'll put your name on it later.]

[Slowly: Sister, ask you a thing outside of work, does the rebirth of Earthsound competition have anything to do with you?]

Clara Ocean had no idea she was such a gossip.

【 Rebirth: You guess. 】

How could she possibly guess?

How could she guess when she hadn't even heard the man's voice and didn't even know if she was a boy or a girl?

Clara Ocean replied and logged off.

A pair of red high-heeled shoes burst into her field of vision, and Qian Tingting peered at Clara Ocean from above, arms folded, sneering: "Oh, isn't this the fake daughter of the Ocean family?What are you doing at such an event?"

Clara Ocean looks up.

She knows the woman in front of her, Song Daidai's cousin Song Qianqian, the most admired woman, because she married the man Ocean City women want to marry Li Mu.

Both rich and Yan, but also love the wife, is the husband in the model.

In fact are appearances, Li Mu favorite person is his male secretary, Song Qianqian is just a cover.

Clara Ocean leaned back with her soft back and her eyes were rolling. "Why can't I appear on such an occasion?"

Song Qianqian looked at Clara Ocean up and down. She was cultivated from childhood. Even if she was down and out, her momentum was still noble and elegant.

After Song Daidai was grounded, Song Qianqian heard her complaints more than once. She had long wanted to meet Clara Ocean.

"You look at the identity of the people around you, and then look at your identity?"

A fisherman's daughter wants to be a part of this business?

"I don't know who they are, it has nothing to do with me.And it's none of your business what I am. I came here to do charity. Is it any different now?"

B: That Clara Ocean line is a myth.

If she had said she didn't deserve it, Clara Ocean would have used it and the charity crowd would have turned on her.

E.g. The little girl has a quick tongue. No wonder Clara Ocean has fallen short at her hands.

"Do you have anything you can handle?" asked Song Qianqian.

"That won't bother Miss Song."

She had no money. Could Aaron Willo have no money?

She came here today to rip off Aaron Willo.

Song Qianqian's face turned blue and purple. "Then I will wait and see."

When Aaron Willo came to Clara Ocean, she was alone on her phone, out of place.

He wanted a woman who could help his career, and Clara Ocean was nothing but looks, no background, no communication skills.

Clara Ocean had noticed Aaron Willo for a long time and noticed the dislike in his eyes.

"Brother Aaron," she said.

Aaron Willo gently said, "Clara, why don't you sit by yourself and talk to your friends?"

"They were so cold to me because they didn't think I was the daughter of the Ocean family," Clara Ocean said. "I didn't want to try to curry favor with them."

Clara Ocean would be Clara Ocean if she had a princess's heart and no life.

Aaron Willo was even more disgusted, but he didn't show it. "The auction is about to start. Let's take our seats."

"Ok," he said.

Clara Ocean put her arm on Aaron Willo's and was halfway there when her wrist seemed stung by a cold glare.

She looked back. Upstairs was a row of private rooms reserved for distinguished guests.

Who was in there?

Why are you looking at yourself like that?

...

In a private room

Tink Pori's deep pupils stare down the stairs as the breath grows colder.

The side of the Feng Fan excitedly opened: "second brother, rebirth began to receive orders."

"Well, contact her."

Soon, like a deflated balloon, Feng Van said, "She turned down our list."

Tink Pori predicted, "Let big brother and little four try them."

"Good."

Fan finished his message and began to wait. He looked at Tink Pori. "Brother, don't you like this kind of commercial charity?"

Most of the money from this kind of charity auction goes into the pockets of foundations, and the money allocated to welfare homes is pitifully small.

Tink Pori has always simply sent money to local welfare homes for charity.

Tink Pori: "Curious."

Feng Fan: "..."

Since when is he curious about earthly things?

How strange!

Feng Fan looked down the stairs. He had caught a good image.