The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Noah’s back stiffened slightly. “What’s the matter?”

“The special medicine jointly developed by the Ye Kingdom and the Li Kingdom can cure all kinds of diseases, and even has the effect of resurrecting the dead. Logically speaking, it’ll benefit mankind.” Claire supported the back of the chair with her hands and slowly leaned over, whispering to Noah. “Why do you want to stop it?”

Noah turned her head. Her smile was a bit false. “Sorry, I can’t tell you that. Maybe not knowing is good for both you and me.”

OK.

Claire wasn’t disappointed not to get any useful information from her.

Noah was obviously very shrewd and very good at acting.

Therefore, Claire would only believe half of her words.

“I’m leaving now.” Claire waved her hand and walked to the door of the warehouse. Then she stopped and turned around. “You don’t have to be so polite to me. Just call me Claire.”

Noah’s lips trembled slightly as if the name weighed a thousand kilos.

After a while, she choked up and said, “C… Claire…”

——

When Claire sat in the car, Gallon asked her. “What did she keep you for?”

Claire leaned behind the seat and rubbed the place between her eyebrows. “She gave me a task, which is to get close to Hunter Johnson.”

“Really?” Gallon shook his head and looked disgusted. “Get close to that fool? Isn’t she trying to push you into the fire pit? What’s the point of doing that? To go crazy with him?”

Should she approach Hunter?

Claire had a little headache and said irritably, “Don’t talk about it. Let’s go back.”

Early in the morning, the classroom

Phoebe sat on her seat, took out a book from her school bag. A handkerchief fell lightly on the ground alongwith.

Her deskmate picked it up. “Huh? Whose is this?”

Phoebe hurriedly snatched it back and held it in her arms as if it were a treasure. “Mine.”

“This is obviously a men’s handkerchief.” Her deskmate bumped her on the shoulder with her shoulder, her smile became ambiguous, and she leaned closer and asked. “Why? Have you fallen for the handkerchief’s owner?”

Phoebe blushed instantly, a little embarrassed. “It rained two days ago… I met a very kind gentleman. He gave me a coat to protect me from the rain. There is this handkerchief which was in his coat pocket.”

“Wow!” Her deskmate winked at her. “Encounter in the rain, so romantic! Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Your love came just right!”

Phoebe gently punched her on the shoulder, bit her lips, and lowered her head shyly.

Her deskmate laughed and asked. “Then do you know who he is?”

Phoebe shook her head.

“His contact information?”

Phoebe still shook her head.

“Huh?” Her deskmate widened her eyes. “You don’t know anything about him?”

“I…” Phoebe was anxious. “I didn’t have time to ask him that day…”

The deskmate patted her on the shoulder and sighed. “Then you can only pray for the chance to meet him again.”

Pray for the chance?

Phoebe clenched the handkerchief.

She firmly believed that she could see him again.

Because that man must be her destiny.

The morning reading class hadn’t started yet, and there was a sudden discussion about Valentine’s Day in the class.

Derek came to Claire and gave a fawning smile. “Sister-in-law, what do you like? Or, what do you lack now?”

Claire glanced at him lightly. “If you are asking this for Hunter, then the answer is that I don’t need anything. He doesn’t need to give me a gift for Valentine’s Day.”

Uh… she saw him through.

Was his intention so obvious?