The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 77 - Mr. S

Chapter 77: Mr. S

Phoebe was so angry that she picked up the computer and slammed it on the ground.

Why… why did everything go wrong?!

Hearing the noise, the servants were frightened outside.

Oh, Miss Phoebe is really sick.

Early in the morning

As soon as Claire walked out of the door, a cat rushed to her, meowing and looking at her with a pair of wet eyes.

The kitten must be hungry.

Claire pulled out the bread from her bag and tore it into small pieces before crouching down and giving them to the kitten.

The kitten sniffed. After confirming that it was food, it stretched out its dirty little paws.

Carefully pulling the bread to the ground, she began to devour it.

Claire tore a few more pieces and put them in front of it.

Sheldon went downstairs and happened to see this scene.

His back stiffened.

Outside the door, Claire squatted down gracefully, stroking the cat’s hair with her slender fingers. Her movements were unprecedentedly gentle.

Under the sun, the outline of her side face seemed to be glowing, her brows and eyes were covered by her silky hair, and a beautiful smile was hovering on her lips.

Time seemed to freeze on her body. She was as beautiful as a picture scroll, etched forever in people’s minds.

Never before had he seen her smile like this. Sheldon simply couldn’t look away. His cheeks were a little hot.

As if perceiving his gaze, Claire turned her head and looked straight at him.

With their eyes met, Sheldon’s heart suddenly missed a beat.

“I…” He panicked for a while, not knowing what to say.

Claire withdrew her gaze indifferently, stood up, and walked away.

Late at night

In a remote alley, it was dark and misty.

Claire leaned against the wall, her look cold and indifferent and her fingers were fiddling with a necklace.

“Can you give it back to me now?”

A rough voice sounded next to her.

Claire tilted her head slightly and threw the necklace into Jacob’s hands.

Jacob hurriedly caught it, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. He lowered his head, and examined it carefully. After confirming that it wasn’t damaged, he put the necklace against his chest.

Seeing him standing there and not leaving, Claire said slowly, “What? Wanna fight again?”

“Where are you from?” Jacob stared at Claire closely, with a guarded expression.

She was definitely not just a little girl!

Claire wound the hair near her ears around her fingers and said lazily, “Rather than guessing where I am from, it is better to reflect on whether your Death Alliance… is too weak.”

What an arrogant tone!

Jacob raised his head and sneered. “That’s because you haven’t seen our leader. If she was here, you might not even know how to die!”

“Really?” Claire squinted at him, her eyes as quiet as the deep sea without the slightest ripple. “I look forward to such a day.”

“Little girl, I advise you not to be too arrogant!” Jacob snorted and turned away angrily.

——

The sun was s.h.i.+ning brightly. Gallon stood outside the Jade Pavilion, straightening his suit before stepping in.

This was a Chinese-style teahouse.

After the attendant pushed open the carved wooden door, Gallon took off his shoes, stepped on the soft carpet, and walked in.

He sat cross-legged at the long table, surrounded by sandalwood. The attendant was making tea for him.

On the opposite side was an exquisite screen, behind which a slender figure could be faintly seen.

Who was this mysterious person?

Gallon asked tentatively. “Mr. S?”

“It’s me.” A man’s clear voice sounded from behind the screen.

Gallon picked up the teacup. The fragrance of the tea overflowed. It was quite refres.h.i.+ng.

“What troubles have you been having recently?”

There was a strange silence behind the screen.