The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Marvin glanced at his watch. “He may be a bit late today. He accidentally fell into the sea yesterday. I heard that he was almost dead when he was rescued. I let him take a rest, but when he heard that you would come, he insisted on coming over to see you.”

While they were talking, the door of the room was pushed open again.

Glen was standing outside. He was wearing a thick jacket and had wrapped himself up tightly. His face was pale, and he kept sniffling and coughing from time to time, looking very weak.

“Sorry, I’m late…” He spoke with a heavy twang.

Marvin stood up. “Come in quickly.”

Glen walked into the room, raised his head, and saw Claire on the opposite side.

Claire was leaning on the chair, sitting lazily. She put the teacup next to her red lips, and gently blew on the hot liquid.

He was startled. He staggered two steps back in fright, and tremblingly pointed at Claire. “Why… why are you here?! Are you telling on me here? Today I’m gonna teach you a good lesson…”

“Stop it!” Marvin yelled. “How dare you be so rude to Miss C. Put your hands down!”

“What?” Glen was dumbfounded. With his eyes wide open, he couldn’t believe what he heard. “You mean she… she is Miss C?!”

He must have heard it wrong!

Marvin carefully observed Claire’s expression and was utterly discomfited. “Who else could she be? How dare you offend Miss C?!”

In an instant, as if being struck by lightning, Glen’s legs were soft and he fell to the ground with a plop, his face ghastly pale.

It’s over…

It’s all over…

“Um…” Claire slowly put down the teacup and raised her chin to Glen on the ground. “He’s the trouble I was talking about.”

Marvin looked blank. “What’s the matter?”

Claire lowered her eyelids, looking lazy, and her tone of voice was indifferent. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just that the Vice Minister has a little nephew who broke things in my room, so I hit the child a bit.”

She tilted her head and smiled wantonly at Marvin. “I can still sit here today. Am I lucky?”

“…I … I…” Glen was speechless and could only beg for mercy crying. “I was wrong. I’m so sorry…”

He never expected that he would be so unlucky as to offend a big shot!

Claire stood up at this moment, condescendingly staring at Glen. She curled her lips, and smiled contemptuously. “I don’t know if your successor is honest or not, but he is indeed quite capable.”

Marvin knew that she was being sarcastic and felt extremely ashamed.

“It’s getting late. I’ll leave first.”

Claire stepped out of the room.

Marvin poked Glen’s head fiercely with his finger. “You’re finished!”

Then he hurriedly chased after her.

Outside the restaurant, Marvin grabbed Claire and then hurriedly let go. “I apologize to you for this matter.”

Claire shrugged. “You don’t need to apologize, but you said you want to choose him as your successor. I think you should give it a second thought.”

Marvin lowered his head. “Yes, I will.”

——

When Glen came home, his head drooped and he looked devastated. He kept muttering. “It’s over… It’s really over…”

Vivian came down from the second floor, draped in a shawl, and smiled. “Honey, did you see Miss C at night? Did she appreciate you?”

Helen held Bob and followed behind. “Cousin-in-law, that girl is not dead yet. How shall we deal with her next?”

Upon hearing this, Glen was furious instantly. He raised his hand, and slapped Vivian severely.

“Ah!” Helen screamed in fright.

Glen rushed over and slapped her too.