The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 211 - Gods Organization Was Created By You

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Chapter 211: G.o.ds Organization Was Created By You

Claire came to Noah’s residence and rang the doorbell.

Noah opened the door, somewhat surprised. “Why did you come to me suddenly?”

Claire narrowed her eyes and looked at her. She was more mature and experienced than three years ago.

“I have a few things to ask you.”

“Come in.” Noah led Claire into the house and went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

Claire sat down on the sofa and followed Noah’s figure with a probing gaze. “Three years ago, why did you kidnap me from my home and take me to the desert in the East Continent?”

Snap!

The teacup slipped from Noah’s hand, fell to the ground, and smashed to pieces.

She looked at Claire incredulously, looking a little excited. “You… remember everything?”

“Yes.” Claire leaned back, her voice cold. “I need to know the entire truth now.”

Noah frowned with a puzzled look. “But, do you remember that it was you who asked me six years ago to take you from the West Continent to the barren desert of the East Continent three years later, and that the G.o.ds organization was created by you six years ago?”

“Are you crazy?” Claire stood up with a jerk. “Six years ago? Do you know how old I was six years ago?!”

“I know this sounds highly unreasonable, but this is the truth.” Noah looked at Claire from head to toe. “The way you looked six years ago is no different from the current you.”

Judging from her expression, she didn’t seem to be lying.

But Claire still wouldn’t believe such absurd words.

“There’s one more thing.” Claire pulled open the collar and pointed to her chest. “Spark and I are both planted with the Co-existent Bewitching Bug. What do you know about it?”

“Bert planted it in you two.” Speaking of the name, Noah gnashed her teeth and said, “Back then, Emperor You rushed back to the East Continent, only to find that this bug had been planted in him. Ethan threatened him with your life, telling him that if he died, you would die too, and then tortured him in every possible way. For the sake of you remaining alive, he had to live.”

Claire’s heart tingled. “Torture?”

“I only found out later. They beat him with p.r.i.c.kly leather whips, broke his leg bone inch by inch with hammers, hid needles in his food, cut his flesh with knives, and poured boiling water on the wounds, scalding his flesh to the bone.”

These words penetrated Claire’s ears, cutting her heart like a sharp blade. She opened her mouth but couldn’t hear her own voice.

“How long was he… tortured for…”

Noah took a deep breath. “Six months. Six months later, I rescued him out of there. At that time, he had already had a nervous breakdown. He couldn’t recognize anyone, and didn’t allow anyone to approach him. The only thing he wanted was to see you, so I took him to the West Continent. He hid in a distance and looked at you, but just in that place, he suddenly disappeared.”

He had come to see her?

Could it be…

Claire suddenly remembered that in the autumn two years ago, she met a beggar at the door of her house. It was Spark!

Claire covered her face with her hands.

They finally met but she couldn’t recognize him! She took him… as a beggar.

When Claire left Noah’s residence, the setting sun fell from the horizon, and Claire’s eyes turned sour.

Every scar on his body was a testament of his love for her.

Hospital ward.

Derek was peeling an apple and suddenly shouted. “Claire is here!”

Hunter was holding a financial newspaper in his hand. He tilted his head slightly, and saw Claire standing at the door. He had no response. His eyes looked alienated and indifferent. He quickly looked away and continued to focus on the newspaper.

Derek hurriedly ran to the door.

Claire asked, “How is he?”

“Hunter is fine.” Derek smiled awkwardly. In the past, every time Hunter saw Claire, he ran to her faster than a dog.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 210 - Your Brain Became Normal?

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Chapter 210: Your Brain Became Normal?

Hospital ward.

Claire opened her eyes suddenly, looked at the ceiling above her head, and her consciousness returned little by little.

“Claire? Are you okay? Talk to…”

She turned her eyes to see Gallon and Jacob.

The two of them stared at her closely, looking anxious.

Claire sat up suddenly and hurriedly asked. “Where is Spark?”

Gallon and Jacob were confused. “Who are you talking about?”

Claire rubbed her temple and said, “I mean… where’s Hunter Johnson?”

“Oh, him. He’s next door…”

Before Gallon finished speaking, Claire had jumped out of bed and rushed out of the ward, not even wearing her shoes.

In the ward next door, Hunter was lying on the bed, still not awake. He was on an intravenous drip.

Slowly, Claire walked softly to the bedside and looked at the handsome face of the man. Everything happening three years ago was like a dream.

Finally… they met again.

It turned out that their first encounter was a reunion after a long absence.

Claire unb.u.t.toned the man’s clothes only to see that his body was covered with crisscross scars, and there was a red mark on his chest.

This was the Co-existent Bewitching Bug.

A drop of tear slipped down from the corner of Claire’s eyes.

“Liar!” She gritted her teeth and choked. “Liar, liar, liar! Big liar!”

Claire grasped the man’s clothes with a jerk, lay on his chest, and said angrily, “Liar, didn’t you say that you would come back? Didn’t you ask me to wait for you? You lied to me, you liar…”

With that, she whimpered and finally cried out loud, like an abandoned wronged child. Tears trickled down and soon soaked the man’s clothes.

Evening.

Hunter regained consciousness finally.

Derek lunged to his feet, leaned his head over, and asked happily. “Hunter, are you okay? Are you hungry or thirsty?”

“You’re noisy… Where am I?” Hunter frowned and asked in a hoa.r.s.e voice.

Derek replied. “This is the hospital.”

Hospital?

Hunter propped himself up with his arms.

“Hunter, don’t move!” Derek hurriedly reached out to help.

Hunter ignored him, unplugged the needle on his arm, and pulled his collar open. He felt it was sticky on his chest, which made him a little uncomfortable, so he said coldly, “Go and help me get new clothes.”

“OK.”

Derek turned around obediently, walked to the door, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He ran back to the bedside, staring straight at Hunter. “Hunter, your brain… became normal?”

Hunter glanced at him sideways. “Of course, do you want me to stay stupid forever?”

Derek gaped in shock and asked tentatively. “Then… do you remember what happened when your brain became addled?”

Hunter looked indifferent, and his dark eyes looked a bit fierce and solemn. “Some of it.”

Derek was still worried. “Do you remember me? Do you remember Uncle? Do you remember Mr. Hopkins?”

“Yes.”

“Then… do you remember Claire?”

Hunter narrowed his eyes. “The Smiths’ long-lost daughter who was brought back recently? I remember a little bit about her.”

“Huh?” Derek scratched her curly hair.

Just a little bit…

Hunter lost his patience and said irritably, “I just asked you to get me new clothes. Why do you have to say so much nonsense?”

“I’ll go get them right away!” Derek ran out of the ward, curling his lips unhappily.

Hunter, who returned to normal, was even fiercer than before.

On the other side, Claire changed and b.u.t.toned up with one hand.

Gallon sat next to her. “The doctor has asked you to stay in the hospital for observation. Can’t you just stay on the bed? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to see someone. I’ll be back soon.” Claire grabbed her school bag and hurried out of the ward.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 209 - I Would Rather Die

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Chapter 209: I Would Rather Die

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Spewing a mouthful of blood, he almost died at the moment.

With blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly felt cold on his forehead.

Spark opened his eyes with difficulty and saw something soft and white floating down, falling on his long eyelashes, and quickly turning into water droplets.

It was snowing!

Everyone stretched out their hands to catch the snowflakes and exclaimed.

“It’s snowing, it’s snowing in the East Continent!”

The East Continent, which had not snowed for ten years, finally ushered in snow in the eleventh year.

Spark raised his face and looked at the snowy sky. Laughter suddenly overflowed from his throat. He closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the snowflakes falling on his face, and slowly smiled.

Ethan frowned.

What was he laughing at? Was he crazy?

West Continent, Ye Kingdom.

Claire ran out of the hut, stood in the heavy snow, and shouted towards the hut. “Mom! It’s snowing…”

Her mother walked out and leaned against the door. “Yes, I thought it wouldn’t snow this year. Claire loves snow the most, don’t you?”

Claire reached out to pick up the snowflakes and watched them melt in her palm.

She raised her head and cracked a brilliant smile towards the white sky, towards the dancing snow.

Spark was taken back to the dungeon, and the guards threw the food on the ground.

His stomach was so piercingly painful that he didn’t feel hungry at all.

But he still grabbed the food, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with the blood. The wound on his hand was not treated, and pus flowed out of his nails. The food was as cold as stones, rubbing against his throat.

Several guards were chatting outside.

“What is he still holding on so hard for? If I were him, I would rather die.”

Spark lay on the icy ground, slowly closing his eyes, and in the darkness, Claire’s smiling face appeared.

For what?

For that Claire could laugh carefree in the sun.

Half a year later.

Noah sneaked into the dungeon of You Palace and shot the guards. But when she found Spark, she suddenly froze in place.

The man shrank in a dark and damp corner, looking skinny, wearing tattered clothes, with new and old wounds all over his body. Blood was still oozing out of his body, and his hair, like withered gra.s.s, had grown to his neck and covered his face.

Noah couldn’t believe her eyes.

She walked over with heavy steps and slowly squatted down. When she touched the man, he curled up nervously as if he was frightened.

Noah pushed the man’s hair aside and saw a pale face. His eyes were gla.s.sy and he was like a soulless body, not responding to the outside world at all.

Noah fought back the urge to cry. “I will take you to see Miss Claire…”

It wasn’t until he heard the name that his pupils flickered, and a jerky and hoa.r.s.e voice came from his throat. “Claire…”

Afternoon.

Claire was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow. She turned her head and saw a man curled up by the gra.s.s.

He looked like a beggar.

Claire walked over and squatted in front of the man. “Are you okay?”

The man grabbed her wrist abruptly. His hot gaze shot out from between his long hair and was fixed on her, his eyes surging with strong love and tenderness.

For some reason, Claire’s heart s.h.i.+vered fiercely.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” She pulled away her wrist, got up, and ran home.

But when she came out with the food, the man was gone.

…

…

Reaching the sh.o.r.e from the sea, Claire vomited a few mouthfuls of sea water and fell on the beach, unable to exert any strength.

In a daze, a human face appeared above her head.

It was Henry Cook.

He squatted in front of Claire and drew a sly smile. “I knew that you would come to save Hunter Johnson.”

Suddenly, there was a bang.

Gunshots sounded in his ears.

Henry’s expression changed instantly, and he looked around.

In the distance, Gallon and Jacob were running towards this side.

Claire couldn’t hold on anymore.. She closed her eyes, and fainted.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 208 - Someone Is Calling Me

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Chapter 208: Someone Is Calling Me

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The dungeon was dark, damp, and airtight. Surrounded by hard walls, it was empty and didn’t even have a bed.

Spark fell on the cold ground, his body curled up with pain, unable to exert any strength.

While he was groggy, a guard held a bowl and threw it in front of him. The food inside was spilled on the ground, emitting an unpleasant smell, and gray-green mold spots had grown on it.

Spark glanced at it and quickly looked away.

The guard sneered and said, “Not to your taste? Then don’t eat. Just starve to death!”

Then he left the dungeon.

Spark closed his eyes and Claire’s little face popped up in his mind.

He couldn’t die…

After a while, Spark opened his eyes, propped his arms, resisting the pain on his body. He grabbed the dirty and smelly food on the ground, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

The next day, Ethan came to the dungeon.

Spark lay on the cold ground all night. The blood on his body had dried up, and his thin lips turned slightly purple from the cold. His eyes were half-closed, his breath was weak, but his overwhelming aura didn’t diminish at all.

Several guards dragged him up.

Ethan sat on a chair and leaned over, looking at him coldly. “What do you want to play today?”

Spark slowly raised his head and gave a contemptuous smile. “Whatever you want to play, I will… play with you!”

“Okay! Then let’s have fun!” Ethan glanced back. “Come on, get started!”

The guard behind him came with a needle, and the long slender needle glowed with a silver sharp light under the light.

Several guards pressed Spark to the ground, grabbed one of his hands, and pierced the needle into his nail.

Spark’s face instantly turned pale. He clenched his teeth so hard that they bled, but he didn’t utter a sound. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping down his chin.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The pain went deep into his bones…

But when he closed his eyes and thought of Claire, it seemed that even this kind of pain was nothing.

One after another, all his ten fingers were pierced with needles, and his nails turned black and blue, and blood beads came out.

Ethan kicked the chair over in rage.

He thought he would see Spark crying bitterly and begging for his mercy.

However, from beginning to end, he didn’t even shout.

Ethan left the dungeon.

Spark was thrown on the ground. On the cold winter night, he was still wearing thin clothes, which were blood-soaked and sticking to his body.

Claire squatted in front of him, hugged him tightly, and gave him a moment of warmth.

He woke up from a coma. There was nothing but darkness in front of his eyes.

It turned out to be a dream…

Spark tremblingly stretched out his hand, covering his heart, which was beating at the same time as Claire’s.

He muttered. “Claire… Claire…”

Claire…

On the bed, Claire opened her eyes, suddenly sat up, and rushed out of the room.

Her mother was awakened by her and asked. “What’s the matter? Claire?”

Claire was a little at a loss. “Mom… I heard someone calling me…”

“Silly girl, are you dreaming? Who will call you at midnight? Go to bed.” Her mom pulled her back to the room.

The weather was gloomy.

Spark was taken outside.

Ethan sat on the steps and raised his hand slightly. “Let’s get started.”

Several guards walked over, kicked Spark to the ground, and lashed whips on him.

The whips had fine barbs, and when the whips went down, they would not only open his flesh, but also hook his flesh and tear it off.

The cold air froze his wound inch by inch and drilled into his bones, making the pain worse.

Feeling tightness in his chest, Spark suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 207 - Torture

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Chapter 207: Torture

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Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Take off his mask.”

Several guards walked towards Spark.

He raised his eyes. His gaze, as sharp as a blade, swept at the guard, making them too scared to move.

Spark raised his hand, took off the mask, and threw it aside, revealing his arrogant and handsome face.

Ethan drew a joking smile. “It’s really you, Spark Alva! Tell me, where did you hide those people! If you tell me, maybe I can spare your life.”

Spark looked at Ethan contemptuously as if in his eyes, Ethan was nothing but an ant.

“Since I dared to come back, I never thought about staying alive. You can kill me now.”

He said slowly, without any fear.

The guards beside him secretly exclaimed.

Emperor You was Emperor You. He was just as brave as in the rumors.

Ethan supported his chin with his hand. “Really? Do you really dare to die? Why not open your collar and look at your chest?”

Spark pulled open his collar, only to see a red mark on his chest, which was slightly protruding and looked about the size of a fingernail.

He couldn’t be more familiar with this.

This was… Co-existent Bewitching Bug!

“Guess who the other bug was planted in?” Ethan said slowly, his tone full of joy. “Yes, it’s the girl you love the most. Spark Elva, if you die… she will die as well. Only when you live, can she live! Hahaha…”

Spark’s pupils shrank with a jerk, and he suddenly clenched his hands and turned his eyes to Bert. Blood stained his eyes as if a red storm was brewing inside.

After a moment’s stalemate, he relaxed his hands and his thin lips paled. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“I’m going to torture you cruelly and make you feel worse off than death!” Ethan slowly stood up, smiling wickedly. “Come on, climb over on your knees like a dog. Beg me not to kill you!”

Spark stared at him coldly, his eyes gloomy and fierce like wolves.

Ethan raised his eyebrows. “Why? You don’t want to do that? Then let her die with you. At least you two can be together in h.e.l.l.”

Claire…

Spark clutched the mark on his heart and slowly closed his eyes. Then, with a plop, he knelt on the ground.

Ethan was a little surprised.

He thought that Spark would rather die than surrender, but he underestimated his love for the girl.

For a little girl, he even gave up his dignity.

Ridiculous!

Spark, supporting the ground with both hands, crawled in front of Ethan bit by bit on his knees. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, “Please… don’t kill me…”

Ethan stretched out a foot towards him. “I’m not satisfied. I want you to beg me with the East Continent’s most humble etiquette!”

Spark’s back was stiff. He stared at the foot in front of him, and after a while, he leaned down and put his forehead against Ethan’s toes. “Please…”

“Hahaha…” Ethan laughed wanton and kicked Spark to the ground. “How pathetic you are! You deserve it. Look at your servile manner!”

Spark slowly clenched his fingers and clasped the ground fiercely.

“I’ve played enough today.” Ethan looked at the guards below. “Beat him up, then throw him into the dungeon.”

The guards rushed over and surrounded Spark on the ground, punching and kicking him.

Spark gritted his teeth and endured it like a corpse, showing no resistance.

In the end, he was drenched in blood when the guards threw him into the dungeon.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 206 - You Must Come Back Alive

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Chapter 206: You Must Come Back Alive

Spark picked up Claire and carried her towards the helicopter.

Claire clenched the man’s clothes tightly. Although they had escaped, she still felt uneasy.

“Claire, don’t be afraid.” Spark lowered his head, kissed Claire’s cheeks and lips, and then embraced her hard.

He buried his head in her neck and his voice couldn’t stop trembling. “Claire… I regret it. I shouldn’t have dragged you into the abyss, shouldn’t have involved you in these disputes…”

It was so dangerous to stay by his side. What right did he have to ask her to stay?

Claire pressed her face against the man’s chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart beating.

Soon, the plane landed.

Spark came down holding Claire. There were a few dilapidated earthen houses in the distance.

This place was familiar.

Claire looked around and was startled.

This was the West Continent!

A few steps forward was her home.

Spark put Claire on the ground and held her shoulders to let her lean on a tree.

“Claire, take a rest here. People will find you soon.”

Upon hearing this, Claire grabbed the man’s hand and asked anxiously. “What do you mean? Where are you going?”

Spark squatted down in front of her and said hesitantly, “Claire, I have to go back.”

“No! No!” Claire suddenly became agitated and desperately shook her head, her eyes all red. “Don’t go back. Please stay! Go back with me to see my mother…”

“Claire, calm down. Listen to me…” Spark held up the girl’s face and comforted her. “Noah, my subordinates and my people, they’re still in the East Continent. I can’t abandon them at this time and become a coward. I must go back and deal with the mess.”

“Come back to me when you are done, OK?” Claire looked at him with expectant, begging eyes, eager for a definite answer.

Could he really… promise her?

Spark covered his face with both hands.

After quite a while, he raised his head and forced a pale smile at Claire. “Of course, of course, I’ll be back. How can I be willing to leave Claire, so… wait for me here, okay?”

Claire still held onto the man tightly, refusing to let go. She raised her small face, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. “You must… must come back alive!”

“OK.” Spark gently stroked the girl’s head.

Claire still wanted to speak when she suddenly felt a tingling pain in her head. Her pupils gradually dilated. Then, she closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

Spark smoothed the girl’s messy hair, wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and patted the dust off her clothes.

He could be filthy, but his Claire must be clean.

“Claire, throw away this memory and live your life. It doesn’t matter even if you… forget me forever.”

Spark looked at Claire’s face carefully, remembering her fan-like long eyelashes, delicate nose, and pink lips.

Then, he kissed her for the last time. He was so careful like a devout believer.

You Palace, outside the gate.

Ethan leaned against the chair, c.o.c.ked his leg at will, sitting in a leisurely posture, with one hand gently resting on his knees.

Bert stood beside him.

The area under the steps was covered with corpses. Blood flowed across, and the breath of death enveloped the entire You Palace.

In dead silence, footsteps suddenly sounded on the floor.

In the distance, a tall figure was walking over, and his steps were graceful and unhurried.

It was Spark Alva.

He stepped on a pool of blood, even under these circ.u.mstances, he remained majestic and awe-inspiring.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 205 - Bert Had Rebelled

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Chapter 205: Bert Had Rebelled

“Hmm…” Claire opened her eyes and looked at the clear sky above her head. In a blink of an eye, it was already the second winter.

“Does it really not snow in the East Continent? Every winter, I used to watch the snow with my mother.”

“It turns out that you miss your mother.” Spark wiped Claire’s lips with his fingers and said with a smile, “Then I will accompany Claire home, okay?”

Claire sat up with a jerk, surprised and delighted. “Really?”

“Yes, when I finish the work at hand.” Seeing the girl smile, Spark was happy too. “If possible, bring your mother to the East Continent, OK?”

“My mother… is not in good shape.” Claire hesitated.

Spark squeezed her cheek. “It’s okay. I will have the best doctor treat her.”

Claire’s eyes sparkled and she couldn’t hide her joy.

A guard came to the back garden. “Emperor You.”

Spark’s face instantly turned cold. He stood up and dropped a kiss between Claire’s eyebrows. “I have something to tend to. I’ll have Noah come over to accompany you.”

Not long after, Noah came over.

Seeing the man leaving in a hurry, Claire asked. “Is he very busy these days?”

During this period of time, she didn’t see him much.

Even if he came to her, he only had the time to say a few words before being called away.

Noah’s expression was unnatural. “The East Continent has been a bit turbulent recently.”

At night, Claire took a shower.

Spark helped her dry her hair and hugged her to bed.

Claire suddenly raised her head and asked. “If two people promise each other to meet in the next life, will they meet in the next life?”

“Idiot, how can there be such a thing as the next life?” Spark held up Claire’s small face and looked into her eyes in the dark. “So, we must cherish the person we want to love in this life and spend more time with that person.”

“You’re really not romantic.” Claire grumbled and fell into his arms.

In sleep, she vaguely heard the man whispering in her ear.

He said, “Claire, there is a sea of flowers in the East Continent, which is very beautiful. I will take you to see it after a while.”

Early in the morning, Claire was awakened.

There was deafening gunfire downstairs.

The door was suddenly knocked open, and Noah rushed in with a gun. “Miss Claire, come with me!”

She took Claire and ran out, and the servants downstairs fled around. The crowd was surging outside the gate, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Claire asked in surprise. “What happened?”

Noah gritted her teeth and said angrily, “Bert has rebelled. He killed several other elders of the Menglai Clan and removed the Co-existent Bewitching Bugs of Hesa Army. The army members have fled with their lovers. Bert and Ethan Muller, the son of the former King of Li Kingdom, colluded and led soldiers to attack the You Palace. This battle… we won’t be able to win this battle, but don’t be afraid. We will protect you.”

Claire’s heart did a flip and she immediately asked. “Where is Spark?”

“I’ll take you to see Emperor You now.” Noah guarded in front of Claire, took her to go to the back garden, and got into a secret tunnel leading directly to the outside of You Palace.

When they left the secret tunnel, they saw Spark standing not far away.

Claire hurried over and threw herself into his arms, finally relieved. “Are you alright? What should we do now? What can I do for you?”

“I’m fine.” Spark stroked her head gently.

A helicopter landed in front of them.

Noah clenched the gun in her hand. “Emperor You, take Miss Claire to go away first. I will cover you.”

With that, she turned around resolutely and went back into the secret tunnel.