The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 203 - Her God

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Chapter 203: Her G.o.d

The entire You Palace was shrouded in haze and was suffocatingly depressing. Because of Claire, Spark became even more grumpy and capricious.

The hall was in dead silence.

Spark sat at the long table, leaning over, with his legs folded. His posture was elegant and lazy, and he tapped the tabletop gently with his long and slender fingers.

There was a trace of coldness in his dark eyes, which seemed to want to shoot out at any time.

“If you can’t even handle a little thing like this, what good do I need you for?”

There was a plop.

The man in front of him fell to the ground, s.h.i.+vering, too scared to speak.

He knew that he was doomed.

Spark grabbed the gun on the table and pointed it at the man’s head.

Several guards rushed in, waiting to drag the body out.

The servants shrank into the corners, covering their eyes and daring not to look.

However, after a long while, no gunshots were heard.

Spark threw the gun to the ground irritably. “Get out!”

The guards’ eyes widened, and they didn’t understand why Emperor You didn’t kill this man.

Noah stared at Spark.

This was not the first time.

Since Miss Claire fainted for no reason, Emperor You never killed anyone again.

Claire’s neck was wrapped with gauze, the wound was tingling, and her knife had been taken away. It was to prevent her from committing suicide again. There was nothing sharp left in the room.

During this time, she never saw Spark again.

In the afternoon, the sun was warm.

Claire casually ate some food but didn’t have any appet.i.te.

She walked outside the gate to get some fresh air and found that the snow had melted into water and even the snowman was gone.

“Claire!”

A call suddenly sounded behind her.

Claire turned her head and saw Spark standing on the steps.

His pupils shrank. “Claire! Avoid it fast!”

Claire stood stupefied. Before she could react, she saw Spark rus.h.i.+ng down the steps and bolting towards her.

The man’s tall figure, carrying a ray of warm suns.h.i.+ne, dazzled her eyes.

At this moment, it seemed as if her G.o.d walked down the altar for her.

Spark suddenly hugged Claire into his arms, and an arrow pierced his shoulder blade.

Countless arrows, like dense raindrops, shot from mid-air, all stabbing the man’s back.

But he held Claire firmly in his arms, blocking all the arrows for her.

In the end, unable to hold out anymore, he knelt to the ground holding Claire.

Claire turned pale and looked at the man with widened eyes. Her eyes suddenly turned red, and a teardrop slipped down quietly.

Spark’s heart s.h.i.+vered.

Claire cried.

She shed tears in front of him for the first time.

Claire stared at his b.l.o.o.d.y shoulder blade, and her lips trembled. “You… your injury…”

Spark slowly raised his hand and wiped the tears on Claire’s cheek with his fingers, forcing a pale smile. “Claire, don’t cry… It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt at all…”

He gritted his teeth, stood up with difficulty, and returned to the palace with Claire in his arms.

“He’s there. Take him!”

A group of guards rushed in from outside.

Spark was exhausted and fell to the ground.

It wasn’t until late at night that he woke up. He opened his eyes only to see a head on the bedside.

He slowly raised his hand, resisting the pain behind his back, and stroked that head lightly.

Suddenly, the head moved.

Claire raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, and she stammered a bit sleepily. “Well… does your wound still hurt?”

She wanted to care about him but felt embarra.s.sed

So cute.

Spark wanted to tease her and deliberately groaned. “It hurts… It hurts like h.e.l.l!”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 202 - I'm Really Getting Angry

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Chapter 202: I’m Really Getting Angry

When she was only one step away from the plane, a few bodyguards suddenly appeared and stood in front of her.

Claire stepped back subconsciously, but there were guards behind her as well.

She was literally hemmed in.

The head guard said coldly, “Please come back with us.”

Claire took a breath. “I am not from the East Continent. Let me go home!”

The guard lowered his head and stopped talking.

“Claire.”

A deep voice sounded as if coming from the depths of h.e.l.l, making Claire’s heart s.h.i.+ver.

A tall figure stepped forward.

It was Spark.

He held Claire’s shoulders. A raging flame rose from the bottom of his eyes, almost turning his eyes red. He cracked a bloodthirsty smile and said slowly, “Claire, I’m really getting angry now.”

Claire was taken back to You Palace again.

The snowman she made was still standing by the gate and was covered with gla.s.s so as not to be destroyed.

When they came to the room, Spark pressed Claire on the bed.

For so long, he had always been gentle to her, afraid of hurting or scaring her. This was the first time he pushed her so hard.

Spark squeezed the girl’s chin and said angrily, “Claire, look, the snow outside hasn’t melted yet. I’ve done so much for you. I want to give you the best things in the world, but you’re still trying to run away from me!”

Claire glared at him fiercely. “I don’t need you to do this. I just want to go home!”

The man’s eyes narrowed and he said coldly, “What did you say?”

Holding back for so long, Claire finally couldn’t help but yell out. “I said I hate you, dislike you. I’m not moved by what you did for me. Every minute and every second of staying by your side is suffering… Umm!”

Spark leaned down and kissed her lips fiercely. He sniffed the breath of her body, then pried open her lips with his tongue and invaded her mouth.

Claire wanted to struggle, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them on the top of her head.

In desperation, she bit the man’s tongue as hard as she could until a b.l.o.o.d.y smell spread in her mouth, but the man didn’t flinch as if he couldn’t feel the pain. Instead, he kissed her deeper and deeper and their bodies entangled together.

Even if he would fall into the abyss of h.e.l.l, she must fall with him in it together.

It wasn’t until Claire couldn’t breathe that Spark finally let go.

Seeing the girl’s blood-stained lips, he paused and seemed to regain his sense of reason. “Claire…”

Claire hid in the corner of the bed and curled up, her eyes full of fear and panic.

“Claire…” Spark extended his hand towards her.

“Don’t come over!” Claire screamed uncontrollably, trembling all over.

The man’s hand froze in the air, and in the end, it fell feebly. He felt as if his heart was being severely torn by someone.

Claire’s horrified eyes were like a knife that was cutting him into pieces.

Spark almost begged. “Claire… don’t look at me with that kind of look… Don’t be afraid of me…”

Even if she hated him, beat him, scolded him, or threw a tantrum at him, he could accept it… but she couldn’t be afraid of him!

At this moment, Claire suddenly grabbed a knife and stuck it on her neck. “Let me go home. Otherwise… I will kill myself!”

Spark’s pupils shrank. He stared at the sharp blade, breathing heavily. “What if I say no?”

Claire gritted her teeth, held the knife, and swiped it against her own neck hard.

In an instant, big drops of blood spilled on the sheets.

“Claire!”

Accompanied by a horrified roar, Spark quickly rushed over.

Holding Claire in his arms and tightly covering the wound on her neck, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

“Doctor! Call a doctor!”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 201 - Live Together To An Old Age

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Chapter 201: Live Together To An Old Age

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“No problem.” Bruce knelt down quickly.

Amelia climbed onto his back and evoked a cold smile.

Under the streetlamp, Bruce smiled wickedly, thinking about his dirty plans.

On his back, Amelia took out a knife, slowly put it in front of the man, pressed it against his neck. She sliced it smoothly, and cut his carotid artery.

In an instant, a burst of blood spluttered out.

Amelia immediately jumped off his back.

Bruce clutched his neck, staring at her in shock, and let out a hoa.r.s.e voice from his throat. “You…”

Before he could speak, he fell to the ground with a plop, and the blood continued to gush out.

Amelia stood in front of him and said with a grin, “Congratulations, you are favored by the G.o.d of death tonight!”

The man gaped in shock, his face distorted with horror. “Dea… Death Alliance…”

Amelia squatted down and inserted a knife into his heart with a smile.

Then, she put on gloves, untied the man’s belt, and took out a sharper scalpel from her pocket.

Afternoon.

Claire pushed open the window, and a biting chill came in. She lay prostrate on the edge of the window and asked. “Has anything big happened recently?”

Noah replied. “I heard that a new organization has emerged in the East Continent, called the Death Alliance, and it has caused a lot of commotion. It has been killing people recently.”

Claire raised her eyebrows.

It was gloomy outside.

“The winter is coming. Is it going to snow?”

Noah shook her head. “No, it hasn’t snowed in the East Continent in ten years.”

“Do you like snow?” Spark walked into the room.

He picked up a blanket, and wrapped Claire with it from behind.

Noah left the place sensibly.

Claire didn’t speak anymore.

The next day, when she woke up, there was a sudden noise outside the window.

Noah ran into the room and said with a smile, “Miss Claire, it’s snowing!”

Snow?

Claire pushed open the window and saw that it was all white outside.

Noah pulled Claire downstairs.

Only after they ran out the door did they find that it wasn’t really snow.

Several helicopters hovered above, ejecting artificial snowflakes, which danced and fell down from the sky, soon covering the whole You Palace.

Spark walked over, lifted off his coat, and wrapped Claire into his arms. “Sorry, I can’t give you real snow. Just take this first.”

Claire reached out to gather a piece of snowflake in her hand. Watching it melt in her palm, she smiled.

“If our hair turns white in the same snow, we may take it as that we’ve lived together to an old age.” Spark gently stroked Claire’s hair and spoke in an extremely tender voice. “I hope that one day, I can accompany you to see real snow. ”

Although the snow was fake, Claire still made a snowman.

When she was back in her room, her phone rang.

It was a signal from Amelia.

Some time ago, Claire asked them to help her get an ID card and a pa.s.sport and buy an air ticket to the West Continent for her.

This signal meant that the task was already done.

The next day, Claire left the You Palace. Every time she went out, guards followed her secretly.

She came to a mall and walked into the bathroom.

Eugene was waiting inside. He gave her what she needed, and exchanged clothes with her.

He was pet.i.te and slender, and as an actor, he knew how to pretend to be a woman.

Eugene was disguised as Claire and led the guards of the You Palace away. At the same time, Claire walked out of the bathroom in a mask.

She went straight to the airport and pa.s.sed the security check as quickly as possible.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind. “Come on! Stop her!”

She turned her head and saw a group of guards rus.h.i.+ng over.

d.a.m.n it!

Claire gritted her teeth and ran towards the plane.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 200 - I'll Redeem Him

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Chapter 200: I’ll Redeem Him

Only then did Eugene recover from the shock and started to sing, his voice trembling a little.

His eyes turned moist as he sang.

Although he was not a famous actor, there was a girl standing in the heavy rain, listening to him sing.

The girl was wearing a veil, looking at him under the stage. When the eyes met, even the sound of rain had become gentle.

This person, like his savior, was more important than ten thousand audiences alone.

Holding up the umbrella, Claire stood in the rain and quietly listened to him from beginning to end, without any impatience.

At the end of the performance, Eugene wanted to step down the stage to thank her.

But the girl disappeared in a blink of an eye.

A week later, the weather cleared up.

In the troupe, Eugene was lying on the ground, clutching the trouser legs of the head, and roared desperately. “No, Head, you can’t sell me!”

The head looked indifferent. “Why can’t I? You’re nothing but my slave. I can sell you to anyone. You should thank your pretty face. Otherwise, the big boss won’t even look at you. You should be grateful!”

“Please don’t…” Eugene dense shook his head vigorously, crying and begging. “Let me stay. I want to sing. I will work hard and make you more money!”

The head of the troupe snorted. “You wis.h.!.+ You’re better suited as a rich man’s plaything.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

“I will redeem him.”

At this time, a casual voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads, only to see Claire walking over slowly.

Eugene’s eyes suddenly widened and his eyes lit up.

It’s her!

The head of the troupe looked at Claire with contempt. “Little girl, where are you from? Don’t make trouble!”

Claire tore a check and threw it in front of him. “Look, is this enough?”

The head of the troupe took a look, and his face instantly changed, and he immediately gave a fawning smile. “Enough, enough…”

“He’s mine now, right?”

The head of the troupe kept nodding.

Claire looked down at Eugene on the ground. “Stand up.”

Eugene stood up blankly.

Claire took him to a small western-style building.

When they entered the door, Kenny and Jacob were drinking in the dining hall. Amelia was lying prostrate on the sofa, watching cartoons. Seeing Claire, she rushed over, hugged Claire’s legs, and began to complain. “The two of them keep drinking and ignore me!”

Claire stroked her hair. “Kids shall not drink.”

“Huh? Who is he?” Amelia stared at Eugene curiously.

Under the veil, Claire smiled. “He is a new member.”

In the living room, Eugene was sitting on the sofa, looking a little cramped.

Claire was quickly tapping on the keyboard. “There is a new task.”

They all craned their necks towards the screen.

Claire pointed to the photo on the computer. “This person is called Bruce, a child trafficker. Who is going to solve him?”

Amelia raised her little hand. “Me, me. This kind of jerk is my favorite prey!”

Late at night.

Bruce came out of the nightclub drunk, walking on a secluded path, and suddenly heard someone sobbing.

Following the sound, he saw a black, curled-up shadow by the roadside. When he came closer, he found that it was a little girl, crying with her head buried in her arms.

Bruce squatted down and asked. “Little girl, what’s wrong with you?”

The little girl raised her head, her delicate face full of tears. She bit her pink lip, crying pitifully, her voice childish. “I… I am lost. I don’t know how to go home, boohoo…”

Bruce secretly grinned.

This girl should be able to sell at a good price.

He immediately smiled and coaxed. “Don’t cry, girl. Let me take you home, okay?”

“Okay, thank you, Uncle!” Amelia stood up, pointed at her ankle, and looked at Bruce with her innocent eyes. “Uncle, my feet hurt. Can you carry me?”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 199 - Welcome To The Death Alliance

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Chapter 199: Welcome To The Death Alliance

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Claire took the boy back to the apartment to treat him.

The boy didn’t wake up until the third night.

Claire leaned on the sofa, and Amelia put her head on her knees.

The boy’s head was wrapped in gauze, and he looked at them blankly.

Claire asked lazily. “What’s your name?”

He opened his pale lips and his voice was hoa.r.s.e. “Kenny Lewis. You saved me…”

“It’s me, but I won’t save you for no reason. You need to return the favour..”

“What… do you want from me?”

Claire smiled and said unhurriedly, “Follow my orders and work for me.”

At midnight, the wind was piercingly cold.

Claire escaped from You Palace again.

There was an empty car parked on the roadside with the key hanging on the door.

Obviously, Spark had prepared it for her.

It was really tiring to walk down the hillside every time.

Claire got in the car, and Amelia and Kenny followed her.

In the cemetery, it was pitch black and the wind was whistling, like a devil’s cry, adding a touch of gloom and weirdness. A few black crows were perched on the graves.

Jacob collapsed in front of a tombstone, dying. In a trance, he heard a girl’s soft voice.

“Hey! Wake up!”

He opened his eyelids laboriously and vaguely saw three figures in front of him.

A few days later, Jacob woke up and found himself in a strange room with three people standing by the bed.

A girl with a white gauze covering her face, a boy, and a little girl.

“Who… are you?!”

Amelia opened her arms and smiled warmly. “Welcome to… the Death Alliance!”

——

It was raining outside.

In the theater, it was noisy.

The head of the troupe kicked Eugene on the ground and stomped on his shoulder severely. “You want to play the leading role? Who do you think you are?! I am the most famous actor on the East Continent. Who the f*ck are you?!”

Eugene raised his head, revealing his beautiful face and his charming eyes.

He sneered. “You’ve been trying to bring me down all this time. Is it because my voice is better than yours, and you’re afraid that I will take your place?!”

“You think too highly of yourself! Okay, I’ll let you sing. Let’s see how many people come to support you!” The head of the troupe said viciously.

A few days later, Eugene wore beautiful makeup and went on stage to sing.

It was his first time singing on the stage, and there was no one in the audience.

The head of the troupe was a famous actor in the East Continent. He was very popular and knew a lot of celebrities. Every time he performed, many people would come to support him.

Hearing it would be an unknown actor to perform today, no one was willing to come.

The head of the troupe purposely had the canopy removed.

Everyone in the troupe was waiting to see Eugene make a scene of himself.

At the door, the ticket seller yawned and began to doze.

A slender figure came over from the rain and put away the umbrella.

Claire stood under the eaves, her veil fluttering in the wind, and her white and delicate jaw looming.

“Can I buy a ticket?”

The ticker seller’s eyes widened and he explained. “It’s not our troupe head’s show today. It’s Eugene singing.”

Claire asked coldly. “Can’t I listen to his show?”

“You can, but the canopy is removed. You’ll have to stand in the rain and listen to him sing.”

Claire raised her hand. “I have an umbrella.”

Uncle was speechless. “Well…”

Claire frowned, asking impatiently. “Are you going to sell me a ticket or not?”

The ticket seller could only do so.

On the stage, Eugene braced himself up to sing, when he saw a girl walking in with an umbrella. He was stunned and stiffened.

Claire raised her umbrella slightly, revealing her cold face, and looked at the man on the stage. “Why don’t you start singing?”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 198 - Have You Ever Eaten Human Flesh?

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Chapter 198: Have You Ever Eaten Human Flesh?

Noah was shocked.

Rape?

Such a little kid?!

Spark glanced at her and said indifferently, “Throw her out.”

“Wait.” A cold voice rang.

Standing on the stairs, Claire looked at Spark earnestly. “I want to save her.”

Spark walked quickly towards Claire and pulled her hair behind her ears, his eyes tender. “OK, but she can’t stay in You Palace. I will arrange a place for her and have a servant take care of her. ”

He never refused Claire’s request.

Spark arranged a small apartment outside.

Claire went with him.

In the room, the little girl woke up quietly.

Her skinny body was curled up into a ball, looking at them with her watery eyes. Her pupils were bright and clear, full of fear and panic.

Sitting opposite her, Claire casually crossed her legs and asked lazily. “What’s your name?”

“Amelia…” the little girl said tremblingly, her voice weak.

Claire glanced at her and saw that her arms were covered with bruises and scars, her slender neck had a circle of pinch mark, and she was so skinny that her ribs protruded and were even visible under her dress.

“What did they do to you?”

Amelia said innocently, “Auntie… hit me with a stick, put boiling water on me, tied me up, and didn’t give me food. Uncle took off my clothes and touched my body, including even my private parts. It hurt so much… ”

Claire narrowed her eyes, which were filled with a chill.

After a moment of silence, she said, “I saved you, so you will have to work for me, understood?”

Amelia nodded vigorously. “I will be good!”

The door was knocked at this moment. “Miss Claire, you should go back.”

Claire slowly got up. “I will come to see you again if I have time.”

Back in the You Palace, before entering the door, the man rushed out quickly and slammed Claire into his arms.

“Why did you come back so late? I missed you so much.” Spark held up Claire’s small face and put his forehead against hers affectionately. His eyes were so full of love, which almost drowned her.

“…”

She had only been away for less than an hour.

“Are you hungry? I’ve had the kitchen prepare food.” Spark led Claire in.

The servants served the food.

Claire picked up a piece of vegetable and stuffed it into her mouth.

Spark sat opposite, propping his chin with a hand and gazing at her with a smile. He suddenly asked. “Claire, have you ever eaten human flesh?”

Claire stiffened.

The man’s eyes gradually cooled, and he muttered. “I have. It was my parents’ flesh. Since then… I can’t eat meat anymore.”

He spoke slowly as if he was talking about something ordinary.

Claire pursed her lips, resisting the urge to vomit. After a second, she slapped the knife and fork down, losing her appet.i.te.

Late at night.

Claire used the computer to hack the system of You Palace and climbed over the wall to go out. She knew that the guards of You Palace were following her in secret.

Knowing that she could not escape, Spark allowed her to occasionally escape out of the You Palace, which was the maximum freedom he could give her.

Claire took Amelia out of the apartment.

Amelia held her hand. After these days, she looked much better and her small face had become fair. “Where are we going?”

“Go find someone.”

They came under a cliff.

“There is someone over there!” Amelia exclaimed and ran forward.

Under the cliff, a boy was on the ground with his head knocked against a stone. The blood had dried up. Claire squatted down and put a finger under his nose. His breathing was weak but he was still alive.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 197 - The Abused Little Girl

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Chapter 197: The Abused Little Girl

The girl was curled up in the bed, and her pitch-black hair was as smooth as silk. The moonlight fell on her face. Her skin was delicate and fair, her long eyelashes, like b.u.t.terfly wings, trembled with her breath. She was sleeping peacefully, and her usual cold face looked like a pear blossom with raindrops in spring.

Under her delicate nose, her pink lips were slightly curled up, glowing with a seductive l.u.s.ter.

Spark held his head with a hand and played with the hair beside her ear with his fingers, and a gleam of affection flickered across his eyes.

“Claire…”

He whispered.

Claire seemed not to be sleeping well and frowned slightly.

Spark stretched out his hand, smoothed her eyebrows, and his thin lips curled up in a pampering smile.

Claire looked so cute in her sleep.

Spark came over every night then onwards.

He leaned against the bed, staring at Claire’s sleeping face, unwilling to look away for even half a minute.

At this moment, Claire opened her eyes suddenly and happened to meet his gaze.

The man looked startled and panicked about being caught. “Did I wake you up?”

In fact, every night he came, Claire was awake.

He held her hand, kissed her face secretly, played with her hair, and gazed at her with scorching eyes. How could it not wake her up?

Claire s.h.i.+fted her gaze down and looked at the man’s knees. “You…”

Spark’s lips moved up. “It doesn’t hurt at all.”

“OK.” Claire looked away.

Spark moved his head closer, his eyes flickering. “Claire, are you worried about me?”

Claire’s voice was cold. “No.”

The man grabbed her hand and dropped a gentle kiss. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll just pretend that you care about me.”

During the day, Claire walked out of the You Palace.

Looking around, there were towering mountains in the distance. It was quiet and secluded here and the air was fresh.

She stood outside the door, while guards pa.s.sed by from time to time. There were guards in every corner, making it extremely hard for her to escape.

The You Palace was very large, and Claire’s room faced south. She pa.s.sed through multiple corridors and found that there was an independent villa near the north, which contained many women and children. They talked and laughed and seemed to have a leisurely life.

Claire observed from afar.

“Curious about who they are?” The man’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Claire turned her head, only to see Bert standing behind her. The white silk covering his eyes fluttered in the wind.

Claire glanced at him.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Claire’s veiled small face, and smiled. “I am from the Menglai Clan. Have you heard of the Menglai Clan?”

Claire said indifferently, “Yes, you are good at making bewitching bugs, right?”

Bert pointed to the detached villa in the distance. “They are all families and lovers of members of Hesa Army, including their wives, mothers, and children.”

Claire was curious. “Why are they locked up?”

Bert replied. “We’ve developed a kind of bewitching bug, called Co-existent Bewitching Bug, and planted it into Hesa Army soldiers and their lovers. When they live, their lovers live, and when they die, their lovers die too. So, for the people they love, they have to fight bravely on the battlefield. True love is not to die for each other, but to do their best to live for each other.”

Claire narrowed her eyes slightly.

This method was really vicious.

Half a month later, Spark could stand up and walk properly.

A group of guards swarmed into the hall, holding a little girl in their arms. She was seven or eight years old, skinny, wearing tattered clothes, and bruised all over. From her sallow face, one could tell she must be severely malnourished.

The leader reported to Spark. “All the Harris have been killed, but… a child was found in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the Harris. She is the niece of Mrs. Harris but had been imprisoned in the bas.e.m.e.nt, beaten up by her aunt and raped by her uncle.”