The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Two slapping sounds echoed in the hall.

Vivian and Helen were stunned.

“Are… are you out of your mind?!” Vivian stomped and screamed while clutching her hot cheek.

Helen hid behind, not daring to make any sound.

“Out of my mind?” Glen pointed at Vivian and Helen, gnashing his teeth with anger. “You two f*cking b*tches, all you know is screaming and crying! Do you have any idea how serious a trouble you have got me into?!”

Vivian was confused. “What trouble? We didn’t do anything!”

Glen roared. “That Claire is Miss C!”

Upon hearing this, Vivian and Helen turned pale at the same time.

“How… how is that possible…”

“Why not?!” Glen glared at Helen with a fierce look. “As for you, your pig-like son causes trouble all day long! Who do you think you are? What else can you do except cause trouble?! If it weren’t for me, you and your son would have been killed a hundred times already!”

Helen shivered with fright and couldn’t utter any sound.

Vivian hurriedly asked him. “Then… what should we do now?”

“What else can we do?! Go and kowtow to her tomorrow and beg for her mercy. Otherwise… you two get the hell out of my house!”

Vivian’s legs were weak, and she plummeted down to the sofa as if cold water had been poured on her from head to toe. Her face turned ghastly pale, and her voice trembled.

“Then your promotion…”

Glen pulled his hair irritably. “Promotion my ass! I may even lose my life!”

The next day

In the lobby of the Smiths’ mansion, a servant served tea, then hurriedly stepped back and hid in the corner to take a peek.

“It’s over. These two are asking for trouble again.”

“Claire is really a jinx. She just hid after causing trouble to others!”

On the sofa, Ada was fidgeting, feeling distraught.

It was over. Helen and Vivian came again.

What made things worse was that Claire wasn’t around now. They would definitely aim at the Smiths.

Opposite to her, Helen held Bob and kept her head buried deeply.

Vivian clenched her hands, her lips were a little pale, and she said hesitantly, “Well… I came to…”

Ada hurriedly said, “Claire already knows that she was wrong and said that she would apologize to you, but she’s in school now.”

She was trying to hold them off.

“Mom.”

At this moment, Phoebe came down from the second floor. She glanced at her watch and deliberately said, “It’s long past home time. Hasn’t Claire come back yet?”

“You darn girl!” Ada stared at her but didn’t want to scold her. “Don’t talk too much!”

Phoebe pouted her lips and stood aside, intending to watch the show.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

Everyone looked sideways, and Claire walked in.

Ada got up with a swish and rushed to Claire. Angry and anxious, she lowered her voice. “Where have you been in the past two days? Do you know how much I have been worried about you?!”

Claire took off her hat and her pitch-black hair tumbled out. “I’m afraid what you are worried about is that they will make things difficult for the Smiths when I’m not around.”

Having her true thoughts exposed, Ada was speechless.

On the other side, Vivian and Helen were still trembling. They sat there with their heads drooping. They didn’t dare to look at Claire but still walked up to her bit by bit, their footsteps so heavy as if filled with lead.

Upon seeing this, Ada panicked. “What… what a coincidence. Claire is back. Didn’t you say that you already knew that you were wrong? Apologize now.”

As soon as she said so, Vivian and Helen knelt down in front of Claire with a plop.