The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Claire remembered Gallon’s words.

Perhaps this man could help her remove the Co-existent Bewitching Bug.

Claire walked over slowly, raised her head, and met his gaze. “What should I call you?”

The man said gently, “Miss Claire, my name is Bert Horton. You can call me Bert.”

His voice was ethereal. Knocking on her eardrum, it seemed a little unreal.

Claire narrowed her eyes. “Do you know me?”

“Henry Cook once invited you to join the AI Research Institute, but you refused.”

So, he was also from the AI Institute?

Claire put her hand on the railing, tilting her head and smiling. “I heard that Menglai Clan people are good at manipulating bewitching bugs. I’m very curious about one thing.”

Bert asked. “What is it?”

“Co-existent Bewitching Bug.”

Bert lowered his head, and his eyes behind the white silk seemed to glance at her chest, but soon moved away, his tone unchanged. “Why do you ask this?”

Claire shrugged. “I think it’s fun. Can you plant this kind of bewitching bug?”

If he knew how to plant it, he would definitely be able to remove it.

Bert curled his lips, his smile mysterious. “Yes.”

Claire clenched the railing, somewhat surprised.

He looked quite young but turned out to be an elder of Menglai.

Bert immediately asked. “Whose body do you want to plant this kind of bewitching bug into?”

She didn’t want to expose her weakness to him now. She planned to work out a way to make him willingly help her remove the bewitching bug.

Claire didn’t answer and waved her hand. “I have to go, bye”

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It rained for two or three days without showing any sign of letting up.

Bill left the Garcias’ house with the antibody serum.

As the car was driving in the rain, a bullet suddenly shot through the window, and the driver slammed on the brakes.

“Damn we are besieged.”

Looking around, his vision was dim, and there were more than a dozen cars in front of him.

Bill put the antibody in his arms and picked up the gun on the side.

In the lobby of the villa, Charles Carter sat on the sofa and leisurely picked up the hot tea.

A figure stumbled into the gate.

It was Bill.

He was covered with cuts and bruises, his clothes had become soaked in rain, and his body was stained with blood. He tightly clutched the gunshot wound on his lower abdomen, but blood was still oozing out from between his fingers. Unable to hold out anymore, he fell on his knees with a plop.

Charles looked at him coldly, and instead of asking about his injury, he asked. “Where is the serum?”

With trembling hands, Bill took out the test tube from his pocket, and a bodyguard next to him took it and handed it to Charles.

“Father.” Bill leaned down heavily, his loud voice echoing in the hall. “I’ve obtained the serum for you. Please give me freedom!”

“Freedom? What are you talking about?!” Charles smashed the teacup in front of him and snapped angrily. “Do you want to betray me and go to that Paul? You are pretty smart. Before I can do anything, you’ve already sent him away!”

Bill raised his ghastly pale face, his eyes were determined never before.

The raindrops from the tips of his hair flowed down his brow bones and into his eyes. “Father, I am a person, and I don’t want to be your knife anymore.”

He propped himself up on his arms, stood up with difficulty, and staggered to the door.

“A*shole, don’t you dare try leaving me!” Charles roared behind him.

Bill didn’t stop in his footsteps.

Charles grabbed a gun, aimed it at Bill, and pulled the trigger relentlessly. With a loud bang, the bullet shot into Bill’s left leg.

In an instant, blood splashed all over.

Bill fell to the ground severely. Without making any sound, he was still moving towards the door, dragging his injured left leg.

Charles aimed his gun at Bill’s right leg and put his finger on the trigger, but his finger trembled uncontrollably.