The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 69 - She Is A Saint But Also A Demon

Chapter 69: She Is A Saint But Also A Demon

“On the night he woke up from a coma, I killed him.” Claire’s pupils shrank.
Her eyes were shining with a cold gleam, and her voice was icy. “As a doctor, I had to save him, but as a human, I must kill this scum.”
Gallon was listening with gusto. “Very interesting…”
Putting on that white gown, she became a saint.
After taking off that white gown, she was a demon.
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Because of the success of the operation, Evans was quickly taken home to recuperate.
Claire went to school as usual.
In the classroom
A girl walked to the back row. Her face blushed and she said shyly, “Hi… Claire, can I ask you for an autograph? My sister really admires you!”
Just waking up, Claire narrowed her drowsy eyes. She casually tore a corner of the textbook, hooked up the pen with her fingers, signed her name on it, and threw it to the girl.
The girl clenched the paper as if it was a treasure. She was overwhelmed with excitement.
In the front row, Phoebe smiled contemptuously. “Stupid!”
Her deskmate comforted her. “Don’t be angry. There are still many people on your side.”
Her words didn’t make Phoebe feel better.
Many people? She wanted everyone to be on her side!
“Huh?” Her deskmate suddenly stared at her, surprised. “Why is your face swollen?”
Phoebe hurriedly covered her cheek, which was still aching. Thinking of that punch, she wanted to kill Claire!
There were two cliques in the school now.
One clique was with Phoebe, and the other supported Claire. They quarreled bitterly in the school’s online community.
At noon, Derek didn’t go to the cafeteria but kept staring at Claire stealthily.
Ignoring his gaze, Claire took out a piece of bread and a bottle of milk from the drawer.
Derek immediately stuck his head over. “Claire, do you just eat these for lunch?”
Claire leaned backward to keep a distance from him and cast a sideways glance at him. “Do you have a problem with it?”
Yes, he did!
After surreptitiously observing for several days, Derek found that Claire ate bread every day and never went to the cafeteria.
He hurriedly sent a text message to Hunter to report his discovery.
Soon, a reply was received.
[Take her to dinner.]
[Okay!]
At noon, a group of people ran to the back row and surrounded Claire, all vying to accompany her to the cafeteria for dinner.
“Hey, go away!” Derek dispersed the crowd.
He cupped his face in his hands and said to Claire with a grin, “Claire, bread tastes awful, doesn’t it? Let’s go to dinner, OK? The food in our school’s cafeteria is delicious!”
Claire lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, her lips slightly moving.
“Huh?” Derek didn’t hear clearly and put his ear close to her.
Claire leaned over and slowly whispered to him. “Get lost.”
“…”
Derek ran all the way to the bathroom and called Hunter. He lowered his voice lest others would hear him.
“Your fiancée refuses to go to the cafeteria.”
In the study, Hunter leaned back on a chair and frowned. “Why?”
“I don’t know…” Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Derek took a breath. “Is it because… she has no money?”
With a bang, Hunter slammed the phone to the ground.
Mr. Hopkins next to him was taken aback. “What’s wrong with you, Young Master?”
Why did he suddenly lose his temper?
Hunter’s face was all dark, his eyes were red with anger, and he roared like a violent lion. “Damn it, the Smiths don’t even give Little Thing the money for dinner!”
The corner of Mr. Hopkins’s mouth twitched.
Young Master, you think too much, OK?
Hunter lunged to his feet. “Prepare a car. I’m going to Lance Middle School!”