The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

He rushed over, grabbed a nurse’s arm, asking agitatedly. “Venus? Where is she?!”

The little nurse was so frightened that she stammered. “I… I heard that she seems to be in the president’s office…”

Before she finished speaking, Sheldon threw away the fruit in his hand and rushed towards the end of the corridor.

Hospital president’s office

Claire took a sip of tea and slowly straightened her crossed legs.

The president hurriedly got up and stood beside him with his hands down, listening to her respectfully.

Claire glanced at him. “Keep my identity secret for now.”

The president nodded hard. “You can be rest assured. I will be absolutely tight-lipped!”

“I’m leaving now.”

Claire walked out of the door casually.

As soon as she left, Sheldon rushed over, holding onto the door frame, bending over, and panting.

The president looked at him in surprise. “Mr. Smith? What’s wrong with you?”

Sheldon panted and asked. “Venus… here?”

The president pointed at the door. “Unfortunately, she has just left.”

Left?!

As if being struck by lightning, Sheldon turned pale, and the flashing light in his eyes went out bit by bit.

He had been dreaming of seeing Venus for so long, but he still missed this opportunity…

After a moment of silence, Sheldon suddenly raised his head and asked eagerly, his eyes glowing. “What does Venus look like? Is she tall or short? Is she fat? Is she thin? How old is she?”

Even a little bit of news about Venus from others’ mouths would satisfy him.

The president smiled apologetically. “Sorry… I can’t tell you.”

Sheldon frowned. Without a word, he turned around slowly and left… a lonely figure.

Venus was his belief, his direction, and his goal.

No matter what price he would have to pay, he must enter the Life-Death Sect and follow in her footsteps.

One day, he would be able to walk shoulder to shoulder with her.

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On the other side, Claire left the president’s office and came across Phoebe in the corridor.

She glanced at Claire. Her face was stiff, and she was about to cross her.

Claire stretched out her leg to block her way.

Phoebe screamed in fright. “Hey… what are you doing?!”

“We’re not done with the slap yet.” Claire raised her eyes and stared at her coldly.

The sharp gaze made Phoebe pale with fright. “Then what do you want?!”

Claire tilted her head. “What do you think?”

Phoebe swallowed, a bit scared.

But she didn’t want to show any weakness to her, so she could only bite the bullet and said, “What’s the big deal of it… You can slap me back if you dare!”

“Very good.”

Claire grinned, suddenly raised her hand, and punched Phoebe on the face.

Phoebe fell to the ground with a plop. After being stunned for a few seconds, she covered her face and cried out loud.

This punch almost skewed the bridge of her nose.

Claire shook her hand and looked down at her. “I never slap. It’s too naive.”

Besides, she only exerted twenty percent of force for this punch.

Evans’s condition had improved.

Having stayed here for two days, Claire didn’t want to remain here any longer.

When she walked out of the door of the ward, Ada stood in her way. Behind her, Phoebe was covering her face, wailing sadly.

Ada’s face was full of anger, and she yelled. “Claire, how can you beat Phoebe?!”

“She slapped me first.” Claire pointed to her own cheek that was still red.

Ada also remembered what happened outside the operating room, but she frowned and shouted angrily. “Wasn’t it just a slap? Why are you so vengeful??!”