The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 247 – I Can't Help It

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Chapter 247: I Can’t Help It

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“She had a terrible fall! Her spine was broken, causing her lower body to be paralyzed, and she has been unconscious since then. The doctor said she is at risk of becoming a vegetable.”

“Oh, she’s so poor…”

“It seems that her parents are going to take her to a foreign country for treatment, but even if she wakes up, she’ll be disabled for life.”

“How did she suddenly fall down the stairs?”

“The police came last night. The surveillance camera was broken, so nothing was found.”

“I heard that she was going downstairs while talking on the phone. She must have missed her footing and fallen over. She should have been more careful while walking.”

In the back row, Derek pondered and looked at Claire beside him. “Why do I get the feeling this matter is not simple?”

Claire curled the corners of her lips and said nothing.

Sitting on her seat, Phoebe was doing a test paper, but her hands trembled uncontrollably.

After school.

Derek happily ran to the teachers’ office but didn’t go in until the other teachers had left.

James pushed up his and glanced at him. “What’s the matter?”

The boy smiled sweetly. “I want to leave with you after school.”

James pointed to the desktop. “I still have lesson plans to write.”

“It’s okay. I’ll wait for you.” Derek pulled a chair over and sat down beside him.

James smiled and said nothing.

Derek propped his head and stared straight at him.

The man’s side face was very handsome, his long eyelashes behind the lenses trembled lightly, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were pink and licked moist by him, looking soft.

Derek narrowed his eyes slightly and an inexplicable desire suddenly seized his heart, like a prairie fire, sweeping over and burning him.

At this moment, James turned his head and happened to meet his line of sight.

“Why are you looking at me?”

Derek’s lips curled up, revealing two small tiger teeth. “Mr. Walker, you look so handsome that I can’t stop looking at you! And…”

He suddenly pounced over and hugged James tightly. “You are mine. I can look at you as much as I want!”

James tapped his head with a pen. “Okay, we only have a teacher-student relations.h.i.+p at school.”

Derek murmured discontentedly. “I can’t help it…”


Early in the morning, early reading cla.s.s.

Mr. Jones came to the cla.s.sroom and stood on the podium.

“The school’s charity auction is next week. If anyone wants to donate anything, hand it over to me after school tomorrow.”

Dora turned around and asked curiously. “What kind of charity auction? Is it fun?”

Derek was supporting his chin and replied casually. “It’s held in the name of the school. The students or parents will donate things, which will be bought by other students or parents through the auction. All the funds obtained will be donated by the school to an orphanage. I heard it was held once before, but I was still in junior high school back then, so I didn’t partic.i.p.ate in it.”

Dora’s eyes widened. “Then, can I donate too?”

Derek glanced at her. “What are you going to donate?”

“My spicy gluten and big drumsticks.”

“Oh G.o.d! The value of donations must exceed 50,000 dollars, and this is not a simple auction.” Derek patted his face. “This is also a matter of face.”

On the surface, it was a charity auction, but in fact, it’s just for keeping up with the Joneses, and everyone just tried their best to flaunt their wealth.

Whoever donated an item with the highest value would become the center of attention, receiving the honorary certificate issued by the school and having his name recorded in the school history.

In the evening.

Ada was choosing her donation in the cloakroom. She picked two necklaces, put them under the light, and hesitated on which one to donate.

“A few years ago, when I took your brother to the charity auction of Lance Middle School, Mrs. Liu’s donation was only one hundred thousand dollars more expensive than mine but she had the cheek to mock me. Now, I’ll take you to the charity auction.. This time, I must pick something good. If only we can get the honorary certificate…”

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