The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 81 - Photo Of The Creator Of The Gods Organization

Chapter 81: Photo Of The Creator Of The Gods Organization

“Test papers?” The monitor who was morizing the vocabulary suddenly raised his head when he heard this and turned his head to look back.

In the back row, Derek was lazily leaning on the chair cross-legged. When he noticed the monitor’s gaze, he suddenly t his eyes and cast a warning stare at him.

The monitor shivered with fright and hurriedly buried his head in the book. He didn’t dare to speak anymore.

“Will Mr. Walker be fired?”

“Oh, please don’t, boohoo…”

The gossip king put his head in from the window. “Don’t worry, beauties. Mr. Walker was not fired, but was fined to go to clean up the gymnasium.”

Upon hearing this, the girls breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the back row.

Everyone turned their heads only to see Derek kicking over the chair and striding out of the classroom.

In the empty gymnasium, there was only Jas.

He had rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing a small section of his fair arms. He was bent over to gather the scattered sports equipnt. After that, he mopped the floor.

“Oh, Mr. Walker, you work so hard…”

A sarcastic voice sounded behind him.

Jas looked back to see Derek walk in at a leisurely pace towards him with a hand in his pocket.

Jas ignored him, and continued the cleaning work.

Suddenly, a file bag appeared in front of him.

“Mr. Walker, I heard that you lost sothing. Is this it?”

Jas took a closer look. It turned out to be the test papers he had lost!

He reached for it.

But Derek retracted the file bag.

Jas frowned. “You picked it up? Why didn’t you return it to ?”

Derek tilted his head and smiled like a sly little fox. “What I picked is mine. Why should I give it to you?”

Jas stared at the boy coldly and his breathing quickened. His always gentle face was taut as he tried to restrain his anger.

“This is just a small lesson. I said earlier that if you dare to provoke , you must be prepared to accept punishnt.”

Derek unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, turned his hand over, and sprinkled the water on the ground. His big bright eyes staring provocatively at Jas.

“Sorry, my hand slipped. You’ll have to mop the floor again, Mr. Walker.”

He threw the empty bottle in front of Jas and squashed it hard with his foot. Then, he turned around and walked away leisurely.

Classroom

Claire’s forehead was pressed against the edge of the desk. She was playing a ga on her cell phone, her fingers dancing when she got a call.

It was Gallon.

Claire hung up without hesitation.

Gallon made several more calls.

He was rarely so eager to reach her unless sothing was wrong.

Claire imdiately quit the ga.

After he got through, Gallon said with excitent, “I found a photo of the creator of the Gods Organization. I haven’t seen it yet. Would you like to co over and take a look at it?!”

Claire simply said, “Wait for .”

Gallon laughed and jested. “Phew, I rember you said you were not interested!”

Claire hung up the phone, pulled out her school bag from the drawer, and slung it on her shoulder, playing truant from school.

She arrived at Gallon’s apartnt soon after.

Claire entered the room and dropped her school bag on the sofa.

“Where is the picture?”

Gallon was sitting at the table, with a computer on it. “Co on, I can’t wait!”

Claire took a chair, walked over, and sat down beside him.

Gallon tremblingly pressed the mouse, opened the email, and clicked on the file.

The screen went black for a mont, and then a photo popped out.

The resolution of the photo was not high. There was a girl standing by the window with seaweed-like hair spreading over her shoulders. She had a flawless face.

Under the sunlight, her eyes were lowered and there was sothing icy about her.

As Gallon zood in on the photo, his eyes gradually widened.