The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 74 - This Girl Is Pretty Hard To Deal With

Chapter 74: This Girl Is Pretty Hard To Deal With

They couldn’t believe the events of the night.
After all, no one could ever injure the member of the Death Alliance.
Besides, the other party was just a little girl.
Kenny lowered his head, like a deflated ball, looking frustrated.
Seeing that he was not in the right mood, one of them asked. “What’s wrong? You’re not seriously injured. Why do you look so sad?”
Kenny breathed heavily and said in a dumb voice, “She is not dead.”
“What?!”
All three were shocked.
“Not dead? Are you kidding me?”
“So, you are not only hurt by her, but you haven’t been able to get rid of her?!”
Kenny nodded.
And… if he had run any slower, he would probably have been shot to death by her.
All of them looked at each other.
“This girl is pretty hard to deal with. Who is going to resolve her?”
“Let Amelia take over.”
The little girl named Amelia, about ten years old, was wearing a pink bubble skirt. Her smooth long hair was tied into two ponytails, and she wore a cute hairband on top of her head.
Her face was tender and rosy, and under her eyebrows, there were a big pair of clear watery eyes.
She bit the lollipop in her mouth and smiled with two small dimples on her cheeks, looking adorable.
“No, I never kill women. If it’s a beautiful girl, I won’t have the heart to kill her.”
“What about Jacob?”
They looked at Jacob at the same time.
Jacob was a burly man, with wheat-colored skin, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a stubble. With a deadpan look, he looked very fierce.
“Okay!” His voice was rough. “I will kill her!”
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Early next morning, Claire went downstairs.
Hearing the footsteps, Phoebe turned her head and saw her. Suddenly her body shuddered so hard that she overturned the milk in her hand.
A servant hurried over to clean up the mess.
Phoebe clenched her hands and stared at Claire with her eyes wide open in horror. Her heart was racing uneasily.
Why was she still alive?
Shouldn’t she be…
Claire slowly walked to the table, her shadow shrouding Phoebe’s body, making Phoebe short of breath and unable to move at all.
It wasn’t until she left with a piece of bread that Phoebe’s tensed body relaxed.
What the hell was going on here?
Was the legendary Death Alliance just a gang of liars?!
Phoebe rushed back to her room, turned on the computer, and hurled a series of questions to that email address.
Soon, there was a reply.
It contained only a single word.
—Tonight.
Phoebe breathed in a sigh of relief.
Half a million had almost emptied her small vault, and she couldn’t have spent it for nothing.
Late at night
Jacob climbed through the window into the bedroom. He was not as cautious as Kenny, and strode directly to the bed, planning to handle the girl quickly.
The quilt on the bed arched slightly. He weighed the knife in his hand and lifted the quilt, only to see that the bed was empty.
No one was there?!
He turned his head and was about to look around.
At this time, his neck felt cold.
A shining knife was pressed against his aorta.
He froze immediately and didn’t dare to move.
The girl’s casual voice floated from behind. “Here came another one? Interesting…”
Jaco forced a smile. “Little girl, playing with a knife is not a good habit. Put it down. Let’s chat.”
“What do you want to chat about? The way you die?”
“You!” Jacob was impatient and turned his head abruptly, trying to catch the girl behind him.
The blade cut the chain around his neck, which fell to the ground with a snap.
He hurriedly bent over to pick it up but was preempted by Claire.
She wrapped the chain around her fingers and twirled it twice.
Jacob was a little flustered. “Give me back the necklace!”
Claire raised her eyebrows. “Um… It seems that this necklace is very important to you?”