The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

At night, Phoebe went back home.

She was still wet and sticky. She opened the zipper of the school bag and took out the coat. She placed it under the lamp, and looked at it carefully.

Obviously, this was a man’s coat.

Did he ask that uncle to give it to her?

Thinking of this, Phoebe’s heart throbbed.

How could there be such a good-looking man…

Noble and mysterious. People couldn’t help but want to get close to him and fall for him.

She dared to say that none of the men she had known in her past life could match up to even a finger of his.

The more she thought about it, the hotter Phoebe’s cheeks became.

She shook her head to calm down and picked up the hairdryer to dry the coat.

Suddenly she felt something in the pocket.

She took it out and stared at it.

It was a handkerchief.

It was dark-colored with delicate patterns.

Very much in line with the elegant temperament of that man.

Phoebe picked up the handkerchief and placed it against her nose. She could smell a refreshing fragrance as if he was around here somewhere.

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At noon, the weather was gloomy.

Claire stepped on the muddy path

She repeatedly confirmed the address in the email.

She was on the outskirts and the place looked deserted, having nothing but dead branches, thorns, and vines.

The path was overgrown with grass, narrow and muddy. Due to the rain last night, it was even muddier.

“Claire?”

Claire turned her head, only to find Gallon was behind her, who held up his trouser legs and walked over.

Claire was a little surprised. “Did you receive the email too?”

“Yes.” Gallon shook his phone, cursing. “Why did they choose this damn place? I couldn’t drive my car till here and almost fell when I was walking over.”

Claire glanced at him. “Let’s go.”

The two of them walked side by side.

Soon, they came to a dilapidated warehouse.

“It should be here, right?” Gallon stepped forward and pushed the iron gate.

In an instant, several lines of sight swept over.

The warehouse was empty and simple, with only a rectangular table, and five people sat around the table.

Claire knew two of them.

They were from the Death Alliance who had tried to assassinate her not long ago.

Kenny and Jacob frowned when they saw Claire.

“F*ck, are we so hapless?”

They already had a well-ingrained fear of this ruthless woman.

Without any expression, Claire walked in with Gallon, took a chair to sit down, and leaned back lazily.

Amelia licked the lollipop while sitting between Kenny and Jacob, dangling her short legs. She quietly asked. “Is she Claire?”

Jacob snorted coldly. Whenever he thought of the necklace episode, he became angry.

What a small world!

Amelia was a little excited. She craned her neck and looked straight at Claire. There was a gleam of excitement in her big, bright eyes.

Sensing her gaze, Claire tilted her head and looked back at her.

Their gazes collided.

Amelia immediately retracted her gaze and wrinkled her face. Her mind was filled with Claire’s cold eyes, and she whispered. “Why do I feel… that her eyes are so familiar?”

Kenny and Jacob also turned to look at Claire.

Leaning against the chair lazily, Claire cocked her head. She raised her eyebrows at them, and said casually, “What a coincidence. We meet again!”

Kenny and Jacob instantly flinched and went quiet.

At this time, the warehouse door was pushed open again and a beautiful figure came in.

It was a slender and tall woman, wearing a beige trench coat with long wave-like hair, pulled low behind her head. She was wearing high heels and walked in gracefully.