The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Everyone's eyes instantly turned towards Claire.

Propping her cheek with a hand, Claire was scribbling circles on the table in boredom. Hearing Phoebe's question, she answered carelessly. "That was a wrong question, so all four options were wrong."

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Phoebe tittered. "Claire, the math exam paper was designed by the famous mathematics professor, Adam Copper. How could it be wrong?"

Everyone thought that Claire was talking such nonsense because she was afraid people would find out that she didn't know the answer.

Even the servants standing on the side had contempt in their eyes.

Sure enough, this girl grew up in the country, not only stupid, but also a liar by nature. She certainly couldn't compare to Phoebe.

Why did Madam bother to bring her back?

Phoebe sneered in her heart.

Sure enough, she is an idiot. How can she be compared to me?

Allen said solemnly, "Claire, no matter how you were before, since you are home now, I will arrange for you to study in the best high school in this city, Lance Middle School. But, you shall have to study harder in the future."

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Claire lowered her head and gave a faint hum.

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When she was back in the room, her phone suddenly rang. As soon as Claire picked up the call, a wailing sound came from the other end of the line. "Claire, I'm finished! This time, I put out a wrong question in the math paper for the monthly exam. Ugh…"

Claire sneered ruthlessly. "You hadn't figured it out until now, Professor Copper?"

"Well, you know, I'm old, so my brain doesn't work as well as before. I had asked you to help me with the math paper, but you refused."

Adam complained aggrievedly, not sounding at all like a serious old man.

"Next time."

Claire said curtly and hung up.

The next day, she got up early, went to Phoebe's bedroom, and knocked at the door.

Phoebe opened the door. When she saw Claire, her face instantly turned gloomy. She asked impatiently. "What's the matter?"

Claire said expressionlessly, "Would you like to visit a place with me?"

Phoebe showed a suspicious look. "Where?"

"Mom's grave. She always wanted to see you."

Claire was brought up solely by her mother.

When her mother learned that Claire was actually not her daughter, she was already dying due to her illness. And her last wish was to see her biological daughter.

Phoebe frowned, feeling ridiculous. "Which mother are you talking about?"

"Your biological mother." Claire said word by word.

These words seem to have touched Phoebe's soft spot and she became instantly angry. "My mother isn't that country woman! Don't talk nonsense!"

Even if she was not her mom's biological daughter, she would always be the little princess of the Smiths. No one could change it! She had nothing to do with that rural species!

Claire narrowed her eyes and smiled contemptuously. "Yes, you're not worthy of her."

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With that, she turned around and left.

Furious, Phoebe slammed the door shut.

Claire reached the suburban cemetery by taxi. She put down the bouquet in front of her mother's tombstone and slowly stroked the photo on it. Her forever cold eyes finally revealed a touch of softness.

"Mom, I will listen to you and stay at the Smiths'. Don't worry about me."

Although her life was poor in the country, her mother had always tried to give her the best life that she could afford.

She would never forget her kindness.

Leaving the cemetery, Claire went downtown. She walked into a back alley, and pushed open the rusty iron door. She climbed to the third floor agilely, and kicked the apartment's door with her toes.

As soon as the door opened, a figure appeared in front of her.

The man was very handsome in his pajamas with half his sleeves rolled up. He was tall and fit with long legs. With an elegant smile hovering on his lips, he had a bookish air, though he was wearing a pink apron.

He leaned lazily by the door's side. "Phew, you finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."