The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

He was singing and dancing on the stage, and his figure was soft and flexible.

Then, he drew a sword from his waist, brandishing the sword, looking sassy and heroic.

He lowered his waist and turned over, wielding the sword dazzlingly, and the audience burst out into loud applause.

Just when everyone was concentrating on his performance, Eugene suddenly jumped off the stage and pointed the sword straight at Claire opposite to him.

It happened so quickly.

“Ahhh…”

Everyone panicked and screamed.

Ada immediately shielded Phoebe behind her, and Allen pulled Mr. Taylor away.

Only Claire was left there. She was sitting on the chair as steadily as a mountain, her face unchanged. She didn’t even blink.

When the point of the sword was only a millimeter away from her glabella, she unhurriedly raised her hand and instantly clamped the blade between her fingers.

Eugene paused and evoked a charming smile, but when he wanted to withdraw the sword, he found that the sword didn’t move at all. He looked at Claire and a gleam of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Claire tilted her head and raised her eyebrows at him before letting go.

Eugene put his sword behind his back and bowed to the audience.

The performance was over and he left.

It turned out to be just a false alarm, so everyone returned to their seats.

Mr. Taylor’s face paled in shock, and he asked. “Girl, are you okay?”

Claire shrugged and took out a tissue to wipe her fingers.

After watching a few more plays, everyone left the theatre.

Mr. Taylor went backstage to chat with the head of the troupe, while Claire wandered around in boredom.

A figure came from the other end of the corridor. It was Eugene. Without his costume but with the makeup still on, he walked straight to Claire.

“Sorry, I just wanted to try your martial skills just now. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Eugene smiled charmingly, but when he spoke, it was a male voice.

Claire was not surprised. She put her hands in her pockets, leaned against the wall, and said straightforwardly, “Are you a member of the Death Alliance?”

Eugene’s pupils shrank, and his eyes instantly turned sharp. “How do you know it?”

“Two people from the Death Alliance came to kill me, but they both failed. I guess they told you this, so you wanted to test my skills, right?” Claire said unhurriedly.

Eugene suddenly smiled and concealed the hostility in his eyes. “Would you like to visit our secret base?”

Claire gave him an OK gesture.

Walking into the lounge, Eugene took off his heavy makeup, and a delicate face was reflected in the mirror. His skin was tender, his features were delicate, and there was something feminine about him. He was even more beautiful than a woman.

Claire followed him to a dilapidated factory, which was overgrown with weeds, deserted, and extremely hidden.

Kenny and Jacob were sitting on a cement pipe, playing cards. Their expressions changed instantly when they saw Claire next to Eugene.

“Why… why did you bring her here?!”

Eugene cracked a soft sweet smile. “Didn’t you all join the Gods Organization? We’re colleagues. Why are you still holding grudges against her?”

Jacob was a straight shooter.

He said, “Fine! Claire, Kenny and I apologize to you for the assassination thing. Please forgive us. Let’s get along, OK?”

Claire shrugged. “OK.”

Eugene looked around and asked. “Where is Amelia?”

Jacob replied. “She went to the city to eat the newly-launched KFC children’s set meal. Children like to eat that kind of stuff.”

Kenny pointed to the bag next to the cement pipe. “There is wine in there. Would you like a drink?”