The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Sheldon raised his eyes and looked at Claire going upstairs. Her back was thin and stubborn.

He paused and slowly said, “We really can’t blame her for this matter. That child is too spoiled and really needs a good lesson.”

The other three all looked at Sheldon in surprise.

“Brother! Why do you…”

Sheldon didn’t speak anymore, got up, and walked up to the second floor alone.

He came to Claire’s room and wanted to knock on the door, but didn’t know what to say.

After hesitating for a while, he dropped his hand in frustration, turned, and left.

Early in the morning, Claire walked to the door with her school bag slung on her shoulder but found that her room’s door couldn’t be opened.

Obviously, it was locked from the outside.

“Madam said, starting from today, you are not allowed to go anywhere. You have to stay at home and reflect on your mistake.” A servant’s voice sounded from outside the door.

Claire smiled and took two steps backward. She narrowed her eyes slightly, then raised her slender legs and kicked the door open.

There was a bang, resounding throughout the Smiths’ mansion.

Claire turned her ankles, straightened the folds of her coat, and walked out of the room expressionlessly.

The servant fell to the ground, pale with fright.

In the hall, Ada raised her head and looked towards the second floor, her eyes wide in horror.

Claire went downstairs slowly and gave her a wicked smile. “Do you think that a door can stop me?”

Ada’s legs were weak, and she fell on the sofa.

Lance Middle School

In the English class, Derek was sleeping prostrate on the desk.

The desk was suddenly knocked on twice.

He raised his head irritably and found a slender figure standing next to his seat. He looked up, and under the sunshine, a handsome and gentle face broke into his line of sight.

It was James.

Claire was also awakened, making her narrow her sleepy eyes irritably.

Derek leaned against the back of the chair. He put his legs on the desk, and sat up lazily. “Mr. Walker! What’s up?”

James pushed his glasses up with a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Derek, can you return the test papers to me?”

Derek blinked his watery eyes. “Test papers? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

James didn’t speak. He took his cell phone out, and gently placed it on the desk.

Soon, the sound of conversation came from the phone.

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

——”You picked it up? Why didn’t you return it to me?”

——”What I picked is mine. Why should I return it to you.”

Derek’s face froze.

This was… his conversation with James in the sports gymnasium the last time!

The whole class boiled instantly.

“It was he who picked the test papers up…”

“Little Overlord is too much. Why didn’t he return the test papers to Mr. Walker? It will delay our exam time.”

“Little Overlord is getting more and more annoying!”

“Poor Mr. Walker becomes his scapegoat…”

Derek stood up suddenly, and his chair fell to the ground with a bang.

“F*ck, you secretly recorded me?!”

James propped up the table with both hands, leaned over slightly, and whispered to him. “Surprised? You’re too naive.”

Derek suddenly squeezed his fists. He had already cursed James 10,000 times in his heart.

“Derek, I hope you can send the test papers to my office when the class is over.”

James returned to the podium. Behind the lenses, his eyes were dark and clear, and a gentle smile appeared on his face like a spring breeze in March. “Okay, let’s start the class.”

Claire held her chin and glanced at Derek sideways. “Well, he is quite interesting.”

Derek’s face tensed. He stared at the handsome man on the podium, and a ferocious gleam flashed across his eyes. “Interesting? I’m gonna kill him!”