The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Claire walked slowly to the desk and found that the tip of the pen next to the computer was placed skew slightly.

The sheets were not tucked right.

And in the air, there was an unfamiliar smell.

Apparently, someone had entered her room.

She pulled open the drawer. As expected, the gift was gone.

Claire’s eyes were drooping, and there was no emotion on her face.

Downstairs became noisy.

Gallon happened to call and his voice was unusually serious.

“Someone is investigating you.”

Claire grunted in response and opened the closet. There was a jumble of things in it.

Hearing that she sounded a bit irritable, Gallon asked her. “What’s the matter?”

Claire replied lightly. “The gift was stolen.”

“I remember, today is your grandpa’s birthday, right? Do you know who stole it?”

Except for Phoebe, who else would do it?

Getting no response from her, Gallon continued. “Do you need me to send a gift to you now?”

“No, I can find one at random.”

“Yes.” Gallon chuckled lightly. “You can scare them to death by taking out a random gift which you received in the past.”

“Who is investigating me?” Claire turned back to the original topic.

Gallon’s voice grew serious. “I haven’t found out yet. I’ll tell you face to face in a few days.”

Then he hung up the phone.

Claire randomly threw the phone aside and pulled out a piece of cloth from the closet.

She had operated on an old man two years ago. In order to thank her, the old man gave her this piece of rag.

This seemed suitable.

Claire closed the closet and glanced at the paper box on the bed from the corner of her eyes.

She walked over and opened the box, which contained a neatly folded dress.

The dress was long and black, studded with dazzling diamonds.

Like a dark night rose with thorns.

Cold yet attractive, low-key yet not mediocre, this dress suited her very well.

Who gave this to her?

Obviously, the person was hoping that she would wear it tonight.

Claire frowned, picked up the paper box, and threw it to the corner.

She didn’t bother to change her attire.

In the first-floor hall

Under brilliant lights, the guests were toasting each other. The melodious music was accompanied by the clinks of wine glasses, and the hall was full of celebrities.

Phoebe wore a pure white dress with a slanted shoulder design, revealing her collarbone. Her soft pitch-black hair hung loose and a crystal clear diamond hairpin was clipped beside her ear to set off her delicate and beautiful face.

She slowly walked down the spiral staircase, and the hem of her dress swayed. Under the dazzling light, she looked like an angel descending from heaven.

Pure, elegant, yet pretty.

She instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

Listening to the guests’ praises, Ada smiled, satisfied.

No matter where Phoebe was, she was always the focus of attention.

“Look!”

At this time, someone shouted.

Everyone looked behind Phoebe, and their expressions became strange.

Phoebe turned her head only to see Claire was standing behind her.

She wore an apricot sweater. Her legs wrapped in jeans were straight and slender, and her seaweed-like long hair was randomly tied into a bun.

“She’s that Claire, right?”

“She has a bad reputation. I heard that she… forget it, it shames me to say those things.”

“She looks different from what is rumored.”

“Alas, this girl was ruined in the country. Poor Allen and Ada…”

Ada’s smile stiffened.

Why… why was this girl dressed like this?!

However, when Claire and Phoebe stood together, she was obviously superior to Phoebe, no matter whether in appearance or temperament.

This was a fact that couldn’t be ignored.