The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

"Claire!" Ada chased her out of the room, holding onto Claire and still trying to explain.

At this time, Phoebe suddenly appeared in front of them.

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With a sweet smile on her face, she seemingly unintentionally pushed Claire away. She hugged Ada's waist, and said in a sweet voice, "Mom… I'd like caviar for dinner!"

Seeing Phoebe, Ada felt her heart melt. She gently tapped her on the tip of her nose and said with a smile, "Why do you want caviar again?"

"I love caviar. I want to eat lots and lots of caviar!"

"OK, OK…"

Phoebe smiled and glanced at Claire provocatively.

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Claire turned around indifferently and walked downstairs.

In the lobby on the first floor, Sheldon was leaning on the sofa, slowly flipping through the book in his hand. His slender legs were folded, his eyes droopy and his movements were full of grace. He looked genteel.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes slightly, but when he saw it was Claire, he instantly looked away.

He seemed to hold disdain in his eyes towards her.

Claire sat down on the opposite side and fiddled with her phone again.

After a while, she suddenly got up, walked up to Sheldon, and handed him the phone.

Sheldon didn't even lift his head and his voice was contemptuous. "Sorry, I never exchange numbers with a stranger."

Claire blinked her eyes and said calmly, "WiFi password."

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Sheldon looked up only to see the WiFi interface on the screen of Claire's phone.

Embarrassed, he frowned and grabbed the phone in anger. He quickly entered the password, and threw the phone back.

"Thank you."

Claire took the phone and went back to sit down opposite him.

Sheldon looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye. She was wearing the most ordinary clothes, but her face was so beautiful that no one could possibly ignore her.

Her skin was fair and lustrous. Under the long eyelashes, her bright, watery eyes looked gentle and attractive.

She pursed her slightly upturned pink lips, looking casual and lazy.

He felt a sudden flutter of uneasiness.

He hated Claire. He hated her for no reason!

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The phone pinged. Someone had sent her a text message.

[When will you come over?]

Claire typed quickly with her long, slender fingers.

[Tomorrow.]

The person replied again.

[OK, Waiting for you at the old place.]

At dinner, the table was loaded with caviar.

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Phoebe was eating happily, and Ada pured water for her dotingly. Seeing Claire barely eat, Ada asked her. "Claire, why don't you eat something? Are these dishes not to your taste?"

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Claire replied carelessly. "I don't like caviar."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Phoebe put on a look of guilt and said to Claire, "I'm sorry, but I've always loved caviar since I was young, and the chefs have been used to cooking according to my taste."

She seemed to be apologizing but there was a note of ostentation in her voice.

Claire raised her eyebrows and ignored her.

Sheldon's face instantly darkened and he sneered. "Phoebe, what did you do wrong? Why did you apologize to her? Couldn't she tell us in advance if she doesn't like caviar? Are we supposed to ask her what should be served for dinner in advance?"

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Claire's gaze narrowed slightly and a cold light flicked across her eyes.

The atmosphere on the table suddenly became tense.

Ada hurriedly said, "I should have asked you, Claire. I'll ask the cooks to make some dishes for you."

"No need." Claire refused indifferently.

Phoebe lowered her head to eat, hiding her smug smile.

Even if she is Mom's biological daughter, so what? Facts have proved that I'll always be the most favored in the family!

After dinner, Phoebe took out a certificate of merit from her bag and said with a grin, "I am number one in the city again in this drawing contest."

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Ada took the certificate and smiled from ear to ear. "Phoebe, well done! You simply come first in every competition. There's almost no room in the house left for your certificates of merit!"

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Phoebe, her baby girl, was a perfect daughter!

Ada was in fact a little grateful that she had taken away the wrong child.

Allen also smiled and said, "I guess Phoebe is going to be placed first again in this monthly exam."

Phoebe pouted. "Dad, I'm not sure. This monthly test is a national level test and is quite difficult. The third multiple-choice question in the math exam is a bit controversial…"

She suddenly looked at Claire, who had been silent, and asked seemingly innocently. "Claire, did you choose B or C?"