The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Get Rid Of Claire Without Getting Her Hands Dirty

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Wearing denim overalls, Claire put a hand in her pocket.

Her face was indifferent as ever, from which no emotion could be seen. Without a word, she went straight out of the door.

Not long after she arrived at school, Derek also walked into the classroom. He ca over to sit next to her, and leaned closer.

“Hey, deskmate, do you have a cell phone?”

Claire moved her butt and kept a distance from him. “What’s the matter?”

“I can teach you to play gas.” Derek took out his cell phone, and shook it in front of Claire’s eyes. He coaxed her and said, “Although my skills are average, they are enough to teach you. What do you think? And it’s for free. Take the chance!”

He couldn’t wait to see how Hunter would react if he knew his fiancée called him ‘Master’!

He felt really excited at the thought.

“Do you know my master, April, is the best ga player ever? Countless people send him private ssages every day, begging him to teach them how to play the ga, but he only replied to , which shows how special I am!”

Without a word, Claire picked up a pen from the desk with her finger, wrote sothing on the textbook, and threw it in front of him.

He lowered his head only to see a big word in front of his eyes.

Idiot.

“…”

When the morning reading ti was up, the students ca to the classroom, one after another.

Holding a ticket to a play, Tom was chasing after Phoebe. “I asked my friend to get the tickets for . You will definitely like it. How about going to the play with tonight?”

Feeling impatient, Phoebe slamd her school bag on the desk. She was about to refuse him when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Claire sitting in the back row.

In an instant, she changed her mind. She took the ticket from Tom, tilted her head, and smiled. “Okay, I’d love to.”

Hearing it, the whole class was stunned.

Even Tom couldn’t believe it. “Re… really…”

Phoebe put the ticket in her pocket and gave him a sweet smile. “Sure, be there or be square tonight!”

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Tom was overjoyed and rushed out of the classroom shouting loudly. “Princess Phoebe… promised to go out with !”

He looked as if he couldn’t wait to tell the news to everyone at school.

Propping his chin with a hand, Derek smacked his lips. “Did I see wrong? The goddess finally agreed to go out with her simp?”

Getting no response, he turned his head and found that Claire had bent over the desk and fallen asleep, yet again.

Wow! Hunter’s fiancée really loves sleeping!

In the evening, the lights ca on.

Tom stood at the entrance of the theater and kept looking at his watch. He had been waiting for an hour, but Phoebe hadn’t co yet.

On the other side of the road, Phoebe sat in a dining room, coldly looking at Tom through the window.

Then she took out her cell phone and dialed his number.

As soon as the phone got through, she heard Tom’s anxious voice. “Phoebe? When will you arrive? Shall I pick you up?”

Phoebe spoke in an aggrieved tone, “I’m sorry, Tom. Sothing small happened at ho. I may not be able to co to the play.”

Tom hurriedly asked her. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Phoebe replied vaguely. “Well, you know… Claire was brought to our ho, so…”

“So what? Is she bullying you?!”

“No… I can’t tell you…” Phoebe pretended to be scared, sobbing aggrievedly. “No matter what she does to , this is what I deserve. Please stop asking…”

Even on the phone, Tom could imagine her pitiful, aggrieved look, which made his heart ache.

“Shit, that bitch…” Tom gnashed his teeth with anger. “Phoebe, don’t be afraid. If she dares to bully you, I’ll kill her!”

“No, Tom… please don’t…”

With a click, the call was cut off.

Watching Tom angrily leaving through the glass window, Phoebe sneered and threw the play ticket into the trash can.

This way she wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty!

Early the next morning, Tom summoned all his n in the school.

“All of you have to think about how shall I teach that bitch a lesson so that she dares not bully Phoebe again!”

His n started ‘brainstorming’ imdiately, following the boss’s order.

“Just beat her up!”

“No, it’s not gonna work. Didn’t you see how hard we were bashed by her last ti?”

“Or… we can get her drunk, strip her naked, take nude pictures of her, and post them on the Internet. She will be too ashad to show up in public again after that!”