The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Phoebe snorted and said arrogantly, “Do you know what these paintings are? Do you know how to appreciate them? Oh… I almost forgot, you grew up in that poor village and you must have never even seen a painting before, right? How pathetic… Do you want to learn art? You can ask Mom to get you enrolled in an art course, but…”

She looked at Claire’s hands.

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White, delicate, and very beautiful.

Phoebe’s eyes burned with jealousy, and she mocked Claire. “You should do farm work with your hands. Art requires talent, this is not something you should look at!”

Claire tilted her head and finally couldn’t help but sneer. “What makes you think that you can speak to me like this?”

Phoebe was stunned for a moment. “What did you say?”

Claire suddenly took a step forward, her beautiful, delicate fingers gently lifted the girl’s chin, and her eyes, as deep and dark as two deep ponds. She seemed to see through the depths of her heart at this moment.

Phoebe suddenly felt a chill go down her spine.

Claire gave a wicked smile and said word by word, “Everything you have now, everything you enjoy, should belong to me, so… what makes you think you can speak to me like this? Huh?”

Phoebe blushed and couldn’t work out a word to refute at all.

“As for the talent… how do you know I don’t have it?” Claire stretched out her hand, crossing Phoebe’s shoulder, trying to touch the painting tools placed behind her.

“Go away! Don’t touch my things!” Phoebe was furious and suddenly pushed Claire away.

Unprepared, Claire staggered two steps and slammed her body against the corner of a table.

In an instant, her murderous aura surged. She raised her head, her eyes all red. She stared straight at Phoebe, like a poisonous snake that could strike at her neck any moment.

Phoebe was so frightened that she dared not move.

This look… was scary!

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

At this moment, Ada walked in.

Phoebe immediately pointed to Claire and complained first. “She… she wanted to use my painting tools without my consent!”

Ada glanced at Claire, then turned her head and reprimanded Phoebe softly. “Just let Claire use them. Don’t be so stingy.”

Phoebe’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t believe Ada would side with Claire. Tears burst from her eyes. “Mom, you’re yelling at me for her…”

Ada was also stunned. “Phoebe…”

“I hate you!” Phoebe pushed Ada away fiercely, rushed out of the studio crying, ran all the way out of the house, and soon disappeared.

Ada hurriedly chased after her, shouting anxiously. “Phoebe! Where are you going?!”

It was getting late, but the Smiths’ mansion was in an uproar. Everyone was busy looking for Phoebe, making a lot of noises.

In the end, Sheldon found her.

The girl was curled up and had been hiding in the bushes, her pale little face covered with tears. She was crying pitifully.

Sheldon breathed a sigh of relief, held her arm, and asked her. “Phoebe, do you have any injuries?”

Phoebe raised her head, looked at Sheldon tearfully, and suddenly cried harder. “Brother… you don’t love me anymore…”

“How is that possible?” Sheldon wiped the teardrops on the girl’s face and softly coaxed her. “I’ll always love you and protect you. If you keep crying, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow. Go back with me, okay?”

Upon hearing this, Phoebe slowly stopped crying and nodded.

“Come on, let me carry you back.” Sheldon squatted down, carefully carried the girl on the back, and walked home step by step in the dark night.

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In the room, Claire took a shower, sat by the bed, and took out the knife from her cuff.

With a white jade handle, the blade glinted cold. Crystal clear and of exquisite workmanship, it was quite convenient to carry.

She tore off a sticker of Doraemon and gently glued it to the handle of the knife.

At this moment, the cell phone beside her dinged.

The phone showed a message from Little Darling Derek: [April, April… Are you asleep?]