The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 82 - I’m Going To Smash Your Computer!

Chapter 82: I’m Going To Smash Your Computer!

He looked at the photo and then at Claire, his mouth opened wider and wider, and his eyes kept blinking. “Well…”
Claire leaned back lazily behind the chair, tilted her head, and threw him a sideways glance. “This is a picture of me.”
The girl in the photo was indeed Claire. Her face, skin, eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, and even the strands of hair were exactly the same as Claire’s.
“F*ck!” Gallon got up with a swoosh and the chair slammed to the ground. He cursed angrily. “I bought it for a million dollars! Goddamn it!”
Claire narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. “Haha, you’ve been fooled.”
Gallon was so angry that he grabbed his hair and rushed to the balcony. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, roaring. “Hey, you little punk! How dare you deceive me? Believe it or not, I will kill you!”
A man’s horrified voice came from the other end. “Mr. Miller, what’s the matter with you?”
“What’s the matter? What kind of photos did you send me? That’s a f*cking picture of my friend!”
“Huh? Calm down. I bought this photo from the black market. I really don’t know anything. I can return the money to you.”
Gallon directly smashed the phone on the sofa. He lit a cigarette, and took in a puff hard. In the smoke, his face turned purple.
Damn, he had been excited all day long!
After smoking, Gallon came back from the balcony and coughed awkwardly. He looked at Claire. “Sorry, I called you from school for this.”
Claire spread her hands, and replied nonchalantly. “I don’t listen to class anyway.”
The Smiths’ Mansion
Bob was busy creating mayhem in Claire’s room.
He opened her closet, pulled all the clothes from inside to the ground, and started stepping on them hard. Then he tore the books on the table into pieces and happily splashed the paper crumbs in the air.
There were a few Doraemon dolls piled on the bed. He found a pair of scissors, cut all the dolls, and pierced the bedsheets.
Looking at his masterpiece, he shrugged and giggled.
Claire left Gallon’s apartment and went straight back to the Smiths’ Mansion.
In the lobby on the first floor, Ada and Helen were sitting chatting, and they were surprised to see her.
“Claire? Why are you back so early?”
Claire didn’t say anything and walked up to the second floor.
Helen rolled her eyes. She disliked Claire very much, so she deliberately taunted loudly. “School’s not over yet. Did she play truant?”
Ada’s face was green and purple.
As soon as Claire walked outside her room, the tip of her ears suddenly moved.
Someone was inside!
She frowned and kicked the door open.
What caught the eye was a mess.
Bob was stepping on the bed wearing shoes.
The closet was wide open, and her clothes were all piled outside with dirty footprints all over. The books were torn apart, and paper crumbs were scattered all over the floor like snowflakes. The original neat sheets were covered with big and small holes.
The Doraemon dolls were cut to pieces, and all the stuffing originally stuffed in them was strewn around.
Seeing that the dolls on the bed had turned into a pile of rags, she was instantly infuriated. Claire’s pupils suddenly shrank and a murderous gleam flashed across her eyes.
She grabbed the knife in her cuff and walked into the room step by step.
Bob was still standing on the bed with his hands on hips, pouting triumphantly. “Now you know the consequences of offending me? Come on, kowtow and apologize to me!”
Claire approached, raised her eyes, and stared at him coldly. In her blood-red eyes, there seemed to be a fierce demon which had lain dormant. She kicked the little boy out of bed.
Bob fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
He quickly got up, grabbed the computer on the table with his little hands, and held it high above his head. “Bitch, how dare you kick me?! I’m gonna smash your computer!”