The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Claire curled up her red lips and chuckled coldly. “If you dare to smash it, I will kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of you!” Bob gritted his teeth and was about to slam the computer to the ground.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Claire rushed up to him. She snatched the computer back with one hand, and pinched his neck with the other, slamming him against the wall.

Bob kicked his short legs in the air and yelled. “Let go of me! You ugly monster! Bad woman!”

Claire randomly dropped the computer aside, and the computer fell on the desktop accurately and steadily.

Immediately afterwards, she flipped her hand and pressed Bob to the ground, tore off a small piece of bed sheet, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Since your mother has not taught you how to behave, I will teach you today.”

Claire raised her hand and slapped him on the ass.

“Um… Um…”

Bob couldn’t make a sound and blushed, bursting into tears from the pain.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

“Where did the brat go?”

Hearing Helen’s voice, Bob struggled violently, pushed out the sheet in his mouth with his tongue, and cried hysterically. “Mom! Help, mom! Someone is going to kill me!”

The door was knocked open.

Helen and Ada rushed in and were shocked to see the chaos in the room.

Bob cried and howled. “Mom, save me!”

Claire lifted Bob up like a chicken.

Helen immediately jumped into a rage. “What are you doing?! Quickly let go of my son!”

Claire raised his eyebrows and loosened her grip. Bob fell to the ground with a plop.

Helen screamed and hurried over to hold Bob in her arms to check his injuries.

Bob cried out loud and pointed at Claire. “Mom, this ugly monster hit me! Uuuuu…”

“How dare you beat my son?!” Helen glared at Claire and rushed forward fiercely, raising her hand, trying to slap Claire.

Claire grabbed her wrist.

Helen’s hand froze in the air, but she couldn’t pull it back even with all her force. Her face turned pale with pain.

Claire sneered but his eyes were icy. “Can you bear the consequences of slapping me?”

Helen was anxious and angry. “You… you let go of me!”

Claire suddenly threw her hand aside.

Caught off guard, Helen staggered and sprained her ankle with a click.

“Ahhh…”

She fell to the ground, holding her feet. Tears were coming out of her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Ada hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. Then she stared at Claire and reprimanded her. “Claire, what the hell are you doing?! Apologize!”

Claire put her arms on the desk, jumped onto the desk, and dangled her legs. “What if I don’t? What can you do?”

Helen was trembling with anger. “Ada, look at your daughter! What an ill-bred monster!”

Claire curled her lips. “Haha… your well-educated son turned my room into such a mess. Was your son educated by a dog? Or… he doesn’t even have a mother?”

“You!” Helen couldn’t refute it. After looking around, she smiled disdainfully. “It’s just some tatters. How much can they be worth? I can compensate you!”

Claire narrowed her cold eyes. “Are you sure you can afford it?”

“What a joke! You have no idea how much money I have! I can compensate you. Now kowtow and apologize to my son!”

Claire lowered her head and raised her eyes, staring at her like a poisonous snake.

She slowly turned her wrist, her bones rattling. “You haven’t gotten enough beating just now? I don’t mind giving you a good beating.”