The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

“Test papers?” The monitor who was memorizing the vocabulary suddenly raised his head when he heard this and turned his head to look back.

In the back row, Derek was lazily leaning on the chair cross-legged. When he noticed the monitor’s gaze, he suddenly met his eyes and cast a warning stare at him.

The monitor shivered with fright and hurriedly buried his head in the book. He didn’t dare to speak anymore.

“Will Mr. Walker be fired?”

“Oh, please don’t, boohoo…”

The gossip king put his head in from the window. “Don’t worry, beauties. Mr. Walker was not fired, but was fined to go to clean up the gymnasium.”

Upon hearing this, the girls breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the back row.

Everyone turned their heads only to see Derek kicking over the chair and striding out of the classroom.

In the empty gymnasium, there was only James.

He had rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing a small section of his fair arms. He was bent over to gather the scattered sports equipment. After that, he mopped the floor.

“Oh, Mr. Walker, you work so hard…”

A sarcastic voice sounded behind him.

James looked back to see Derek walk in at a leisurely pace towards him with a hand in his pocket.

James ignored him, and continued the cleaning work.

Suddenly, a file bag appeared in front of him.

“Mr. Walker, I heard that you lost something. Is this it?”

James took a closer look. It turned out to be the test papers he had lost!

He reached for it.

But Derek retracted the file bag.

James frowned. “You picked it up? Why didn’t you return it to me?”

Derek tilted his head and smiled like a sly little fox. “What I picked is mine. Why should I give it to you?”

James stared at the boy coldly and his breathing quickened. His always gentle face was taut as he tried to restrain his anger.

“This is just a small lesson. I said earlier that if you dare to provoke me, you must be prepared to accept punishment.”

Derek unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, turned his hand over, and sprinkled the water on the ground. His big bright eyes staring provocatively at James.

“Sorry, my hand slipped. You’ll have to mop the floor again, Mr. Walker.”

He threw the empty bottle in front of James and squashed it hard with his foot. Then, he turned around and walked away leisurely.

Classroom

Claire’s forehead was pressed against the edge of the desk. She was playing a game on her cell phone, her fingers dancing when she got a call.

It was Gallon.

Claire hung up without hesitation.

Gallon made several more calls.

He was rarely so eager to reach her unless something was wrong.

Claire immediately quit the game.

After he got through, Gallon said with excitement, “I found a photo of the creator of the Gods Organization. I haven’t seen it yet. Would you like to come over and take a look at it?!”

Claire simply said, “Wait for me.”

Gallon laughed and jested. “Phew, I remember you said you were not interested!”

Claire hung up the phone, pulled out her school bag from the drawer, and slung it on her shoulder, playing truant from school.

She arrived at Gallon’s apartment soon after.

Claire entered the room and dropped her school bag on the sofa.

“Where is the picture?”

Gallon was sitting at the table, with a computer on it. “Come on, I can’t wait!”

Claire took a chair, walked over, and sat down beside him.

Gallon tremblingly pressed the mouse, opened the email, and clicked on the file.

The screen went black for a moment, and then a photo popped out.

The resolution of the photo was not high. There was a girl standing by the window with seaweed-like hair spreading over her shoulders. She had a flawless face.

Under the sunlight, her eyes were lowered and there was something icy about her.

As Gallon zoomed in on the photo, his eyes gradually widened.