The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

“Miss Claire, we know that we were wrong. I hope you can kindly forgive us and don’t pursue this matter anymore…”

Ada was stunned.

What… what was going on here?

Phoebe, who had originally leaned against the carved railing, also stood up in an instant.

The servants were shocked too.

Helen and Vivian knelt to Claire?

Was this an illusion?!

“Your son broke the things in my room and you and your cousin sent people to kill me. Why should I forgive you?” Claire smiled, but her eyes were cold.

Vivian swallowed nervously, “I… I will compensate you, and I will compensate for the things that were broken.”

Claire put a hand in her pocket as she walked into the lobby, and her voice was lazy. “A dress made by the international designer Eva, a Piaget limited-edition watch, and two Aurora diamond pens. They are worth 200 million dollars in total. Not to mention this, he also tore a book of poems, which was signed by its author who died thousands of years ago. It was just dug out from the tomb last month, so it’s a cultural relic, a priceless treasure. How can you compensate for it? I’ve told you can’t afford to compensate for those things.”

Helen and Vivian gasped.

Two hundred million dollars?

Cultural relics?

They couldn’t afford to compensate them even with their lives!

Ada was stunned, wondering if what Claire said was true or not.

How could there be so many treasures in her room?

If it were true, these things combined would equal ten times of the Smiths’ wealth!

Helen and Vivian hurriedly got up from the ground and followed behind humbly.

“Then… what do you want us to do?”

Claire didn’t speak, came to the lobby, sat on the sofa and threw her hat aside. She took out a lollipop from her pocket and asked Bob. “Want to eat candy?”

Bob immediately broke free from Helen’s arms and pounced on Claire.

Claire instantly lifted the lollipop over her head and pressed her knees against his body. “I will ask you a few questions, and if you answer honestly, I will give you the candy.”

Bob kept nodding. His eyes were fixed on the candy without moving away.

Phoebe suddenly had a bad premonition and hurriedly said. “Mom… I left something in school. I’m going to fetch it.”

With that, she was about to leave.

A gun was suddenly thrown on the coffee table with a bang. Claire was expressionless, but her aura was intimidating. “Who dares to leave?”

“Mom!”

Phoebe immediately hid behind Ada in fright.

Ada was also frightened. “Claire, what are you doing? Where did you get the gun from?!”

Claire ignored her and shook the lollipop in front of Bob’s eyes. “Why did you come to my room and wreak havoc? Was it because I didn’t help you when you fell?”

Bob shook his head.

Claire asked again. “Then why?”

Bob turned his head, pointed directly at Phoebe, and said, “She told me that you were fierce and would bully me.”

Even a fool could tell what Phoebe meant by saying this.

“It turns out to be like this…” Claire threw the lollipop to Bob and smiled.

The truth was finally revealed.

Ada turned her head abruptly and stared at Phoebe with wide-open eyes. “Phoebe! How can you… how can you say those words? Do you know what trouble you got us into?!”

How could her well-behaved, sensible, innocent, and kind-hearted daughter do such a thing?

Ada couldn’t believe it.

The servants began to whisper.

How could Miss Phoebe be such a person?

Phoebe panicked, forced a few tears from the corner of her eyes, and put on an extremely pitiful and innocent look. “It’s not like this. I didn’t say that. He’s lying!”