The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 178 – Do You Like Claire?

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Chapter 178: Do You Like Claire?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Derek grabbed James’s hand and bit it gently. He looked at James innocently and mumbled. “Then what is kissing? I haven’t kissed before. Can you teach me, Mr. Walker?”

The warmth of the boy’s lips. .h.i.t James’s skin, and the tingling sensation was mixed with itchiness.

James quickly withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and clenched it into a fist, but on the surface, he still said calmly, “As a student, pa.s.sing exams is something you should do.”

“I don’t care!” Derek’s face crumpled up cutely.

Like a kid begging for candy, he said, “Mr. Walker, I want a reward! I just want it! Give it to me, OK?”

James pursed his thin lips, and after a moment of silence, he said, “Well, I will consider it. It’s getting late.. I should go. Remember to lock the door for me.”

He picked up his jacket and put it on his arm. He pa.s.sed the boy, and walked out.

It was not until he walked out the door that James curled his lips and smiled silently.

What a little brat.

In the office, Derek clenched the test paper and stared at the dense English on it. His eyes were icy. Then, with a sarcastic smile, he tore the test paper to pieces and threw it into the trash can.


The study, the Garcias’ house.

Claire leaned against the sofa and took a sip of the tea. Angus was not around, leaving her staring at the game board alone.

At this time, the door was knocked gently.

A thin figure walked in.

With a fruit plate in his hand, Paul blinked his innocent eyes.

He appeared a little restrained and uneasy, and his voice was very soft. “Miss Claire, would you like some fruit?”

Claire nodded. “Thank you.”

After getting permission, he approached and gently placed the fruit plate on the coffee table.

Claire glanced at the game board. “Would you like to play Go?”

He scratched his neck and smiled shyly. “I don’t understand this. I’m too stupid to learn it.”

“You live here with your master?” Claire turned away from the topic.

He looked pretty simple, and she should be able to trick some useful information out of him.

On the other side, Bill happened to pa.s.s the study. Through the crack of the door, he saw Claire and Paul sitting inside.

They seemed to be chatting. Paul held his chin, smiled happily, and even his pale cheeks turned pink, making him look like a cute kitten.

Bill scowled and kicked the door open. “Paul!”

Paul s.h.i.+vered in fright.

When he turned his head and saw Bill at the door, he instantly stood up, his eyes full of panic. “Master…”

“Come out!” Bill commanded in a cold voice and glanced at Claire warningly.

Claire leaned against the sofa and tilted her head, finding this reaction to be interesting.

Paul hurried over, and before he could stand still, Bill grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the study.

Bill took Paul to his room, slammed the door, and then strangled his slender neck with his hand.

“Master…” Paul grabbed Bill’s arm, unable to exert any strength. His clear pupils seemed to be immersed in water.

Strangling him to death was simpler than squeezing an ant to death.

Bill’s eyes turned scarlet with rage. “Do you like Claire?”

Paul made a voice from his throat with difficulty. “No, Miss Claire, she…”

“Miss Claire? You call her name so affectionately? Do you know how happily you laughed just now? You’ve never laughed like that in front of me!” A touch of ferocity flashed across Bill’s handsome face, and he suddenly exerted more force.

In an instant, Paul’s small face turned purple, and his facial features were distorted due to pain. He raised his head and opened his mouth, struggling desperately for a breath of air. Slowly, his eyes dimmed.

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