The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 225 - Go To The Hospital To Visit Her

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Chapter 225: Go To The Hospital To Visit Her

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Wayne kicked Joe’s a.s.s. “You just think about the game. You don’t care about Claire at all.”

Joe scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.

Soon, Derek also rushed to the hospital.

He went to check his arm first, and when he came out, he happened to run into Jack.

Jack stared at his arm. “Yo, how’s your arm?”

Derek said huffily, “Can’t you see it? I can barely even move it. I asked you to find a few people to put on a play but they beat me so hard!”

“Okay, okay, I’ve scolded them.” Jack put his arm around Derek’s shoulders and walked to the ward. “Has your relations.h.i.+p with Mr. Walker warmed up?”

Thinking of that kiss, Derek felt his throat inexplicably dry. “Ahem… a little bit.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Just arouse his sense of guilt with your arm.”

They went back to the ward.

The four of them sat down around the hospital bed and turned on the laptop at the same time.

Claire said, “I registered a new account. Friend me. Search for Little Monster.”

The others were taken aback. “Little… Little Monster?”

There was no emotion on Claire’s face. “I didn’t bother to think about a name. The system automatically generated it.”

The others searched for Little Monster on the computer, friend the user, and clicked on her homepage, only to see Claire’s avatar wearing a colorful Afro.

d.a.m.n, Claire was unique in her aesthetics.

While dressing up the avatar, Claire said, “It’s more difficult to operate a game on a laptop than on a cell phone, and coordination is much more important as well. You should practice APM first because you’re too slow in aiming and shooting. I’ve sent you a link.”

A message popped up on everyone’s screens.

Claire said slowly, “This is a virtual game interface I made. You can practice aiming and shooting on it. Don’t start actual combat until you’re ready.”

Endless keyboard tapping sounds echoed in the ward.

Derek shuttled among the others, delivering apples, bananas, and water.

“Are you hungry?”

“Thirsty?”

“What would you like to eat?”

At the same time, the Johnsons’ house.

Mr. Hopkins nagged in Hunter’s ear. “Go to the hospital to visit Miss Claire, please. She has suffered so many injuries.”

From the time Miss Claire was hospitalized, Mr. Johnson hadn’t shown up. Miss Claire must be so disappointed.

Hunter raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Hopkins coldly. “She ran into my car herself, and now you want me to visit her? Are you kidding me?”

“Miss Claire didn’t do it intentionally. She might have been careless. Anyway, it was our car that hit her. You…”

“Okay!” Hunter couldn’t bear it anymore and slammed the file to the table. “I’m going. Don’t nag me anymore!”

Mr. Hopkins was overjoyed. “I will prepare the car right away.”

He ran out of the study, while Hunter continued to look through the information on the special effect medicine project and finally found a clue.

Hunter drove to the hospital a little while later.

In the hospital corridor, Mr. Hopkins twittered. “Be nice to Miss Claire. Don’t say anything mean to her. By the way…”

While he said so, Hunter abruptly stopped in front of him, and his handsome face became gloomy.

Mr. Hopkins didn’t know what was going on and followed his gaze.

He finally saw Claire lean against the bed in the ward, surrounded by five young men, one of whom was Derek.

What… what was going on here?

Hunter narrowed his eyes and stared in the direction of the ward. A gleam of anger flickered in his dark eyes. In the next second, he turned around and left. His footsteps were so fast that even a gust of wind was stirred up.

Mr. Hopkins hurriedly followed him.. “Mr. Johnson, are you not going in?”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 224 - Surprise

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Chapter 224: Surprise

Mr. Hopkins was annoyed. “Mr. Johnson, Miss Claire is not such a person.”

She became like this… because she wanted to protect him!

Hunter glanced sharply at Mr. Hopkins, and said in a warning tone, “Are you defying my order?”

The violent aura that the man exuded made people tremble.

Mr. Hopkins lowered his head and said nothing.

——

In the evening, just after school.

Derek took his workbook and walked into the teachers’ office.

James looked at his arm first. “Does it still hurt?”

“It has been hurting all the time. I can’t even move it.” The boy groaned, put the workbook in front of James, and said unceremoniously, “Mr. Walker, help me finish my homework, OK?”

James chuckled. “Has Little Overlord ever been afraid of skipping his homework?”

Derek blinked. “I’ve decided to study hard because of Mr. Walker!”

How could he say something so seductive with such an innocent expression?

James hurriedly looked away, and coughed awkwardly. He opened the workbook in front of him. “Solve the problems yourself, and I will write the answers for you.”

Derek happily sat down beside him.

Half an hour later, James put down his pen and returned the workbook to Derek. “OK, it’s done. I should get off work now.”

Derek propped his head and stared straight at the man, not thinking about the homework at all.

“Mr. Walker, let’s go to the parking lot.”

James picked up his coat on the chair. “My car has been sent for repair. I haven’t been driving lately.”

“Come on, let’s go!” Derek narrowed his foxy eyes and smiled mysteriously. “There is a surprise!”

James paused. “What?”

“I won’t tell you now. You’ll find out when you go there!” Derek dragged James out.

James wanted to struggle but was afraid of touching his arm.

When he came to the parking lot, he looked up only to see a Maserati parked in front. It was cla.s.sic gray with a streamlined body, particularly eye-catching.

A car key suddenly dangled in front of his eyes.

Derek smiled. “Does it look good? It’s for you.”

James seemed to be nonchalant and his eyes behind the lenses darkened slightly. “I’ve got a car. I don’t need it.”

Derek didn’t expect that he would refuse.

“But your car broke down, didn’t it?”

James smiled. “Just the winds.h.i.+eld is broken. It can be easily fixed.”

Derek frowned and didn’t quite understand. “Isn’t it better to replace the broken car with a new one?”

James looked at the teenager seriously. “Even if I want to change it, I will buy it myself. Okay, take your car back.”

With that, he turned and left.

Derek clenched the key in his hand, and after a while, he threw the key into the trash can.

Fine if you don’t want it!

On the other side, in the hospital.

Claire sat on the hospital bed with one leg in a plaster cast, hanging from the end of the bed. Expressionless, she was fiddling with the laptop attentively.

At this time, her phone rang.

It was from Joe.

“Claire, where are you? I heard you asked for leave.”

“Hospital.” Claire tilted her head, clamped the phone to her ear with her shoulder, and continued to tap on the keyboard.

Joe was surprised. “Huh? Why did you go to the hospital? Are you ill?”

“Come here first. Remember to bring your laptop.”

“Okay!”

Before long, Joe and the others had arrived at the ward and gathered around Claire.

Chuck stretched out his hand and knocked the plaster on Claire’s leg. “Did you get a fracture?”

Joe hurriedly asked. “Is your hand okay?”

“Yes.”

Hearing this, Joe heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s great. That means you can still play games.”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 223 - Don't Give Her A Chance To Blackmail Us

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Chapter 223: Don’t Give Her A Chance To Blackmail Us

“Listen to me. Don’t go to see Ethan Muller, he…”

“Does it have anything to do with you?” The man’s voice was cold and alienated.

Then, with a click, he hung up.

Claire’s throat almost burst into flames.

Now, there was only one risky way left.

She dialed Mr. Hopkins’ number.

“Where is the car now?”

Mr. Hopkins replied. “We are about to reach Franklin Avenue.”

Claire flipped through the map and found Franklin Avenue. It was not far from here. After thinking about it for a while, she rode a bicycle and took a shortcut to Franklin Avenue.

Arriving at Franklin Avenue, Claire contacted Mr. Hopkins.

“How soon will you arrive at Franklin Avenue?”

“In three minutes!”

Claire stood under the streetlamp, narrowed her eyes, and stared on the other side of the road.

Soon, seeing the light s.h.i.+ning in the distance, a black car approached. She checked the license plate number. It was the car that Hunter was sitting in.

Just as the car was approaching, Claire closed her eyes, suddenly dashed out, and stood in the way of the car.

A person suddenly appeared in front, and the driver was startled. He slammed on the brakes, but the car speed was too fast, and the car still slammed into Claire.

There was a loud bang.

Claire was knocked over by the front of the car and rolled on the ground several times. There was a crus.h.i.+ng pain all over her body, and she almost lost consciousness.

With blurred vision, she saw a tall figure getting out of the car and walking towards her.

She gritted her teeth to endure the pain, tightly grasped the person’s trouser legs, and refused to let go.

Mr. Hopkins paled in fright.

He thought that Miss Claire had a way, but he didn’t expect her to use this method.

Mr. Hopkins looked at Hunter and said anxiously, “Mr. Johnson, Miss Claire is injured. In such an emergency, let’s take her to the hospital first. The King of Li Kingdom should be willing to understand the situation.”

Hunter lowered his eyes, staring coldly at the girl who was lying on the ground. His handsome face was impatient, and his voice was cold. “Put her into the car.”

Mr. Hopkins wanted to help Claire up, but Claire was still clutching Hunter and refused to let go.

Mr. Hopkins cast Hunter a look for help. “Mr. Johnson, or… you carry her into the car?”

Hunter frowned, took off his jacket impatiently and threw it to Mr. Hopkins. He picked up Claire and carried her into the car.

There was nothing gentle about his movements.

In the car, Claire fell into Hunter’s arms, her eyes tightly closed. She seemed to have lost consciousness.

Hunter glanced at the girl in his arms. Her eyelashes were thick and long, her pretty little face was white, her lips were tightly pursed with pain, and her little hand was still clutching his clothes tightly as if she had found someone to rely on. Her faint breath slapped on his chest, making him feel a little itchy.

This woman must be crazy, even daring to stop the car with her body.

Hunter took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

“Sorry, the appointment tonight is canceled.”

“What’s wrong?” Ethan’s voice rang on the other end.

Hunter rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his tone helpless. “I had a car accident.”

Ethan was a little surprised. “Are you okay?”

Hunter glanced over Claire’s body. “Should be fine.”

Upon arriving at the hospital, Claire was sent for examination.

She had a few bruises, minor concussions, and a fracture. She needed hospitalization.

Hunter stood outside the ward, slipping a hand into his pocket, and asked Mr. Hopkins. “She ran into the car herself, didn’t she?”

“Yes…” Mr. Hopkins replied hesitantly.

“Are there any surveillance cameras on that road?”

“Yes.” Mr. Hopkins showed a puzzled look.

Hunter’s eyes turned cold. “Go get the surveillance video. Don’t give her a chance to blackmail us.”

Mr. Hopkins gaped in shock.

These words… were too hurtful!

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 222 - Find A Way To Stop Him

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Chapter 222: Find A Way To Stop Him

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In a milk tea shop, a group of people sat around the round table, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Derek asked incredulously. “So… you just agreed?!”

Joe shrank his neck and murmured. “How could I admit defeat in front of the girl I like? And he was goading me, so I agreed on impulse…”

Jack tapped the desktop with his fingers. “Come on, Becky’s brother is a professional player, a member of the GIO team. He has partic.i.p.ated in a lot of national contests. We are all amateurs. How can we beat him?”

Joe raised his head, folded his hands together, and looked at Claire with pleading eyes. “Claire, you’re good at playing games. Please help me. I beg you. I’ll do whatever I can to repay you!”

Everyone looked at Claire.

Claire was leaning back on the chair lazily and wearing a peaked cap that covered her eyebrows and eyes. Her pink lips were sucking on a straw.

After quite a while, she slowly put down the milk tea and asked. “How much time has he given you to prepare?”

Joe raised a finger and replied with trepidation. “A… a week…”

“What?!” Derek exclaimed. “A week? Even a month may not be enough!”

Claire rubbed her glabella and felt her head hurt.

Joe cried loudly. “Claire, I can only count on you, boohoo…”

“Be quiet.” Claire looked at Joe coldly, her face indifferent as ever. “Do you want to win?”

Joe nodded vigorously.

Claire asked again. “Do you want to earn back your face?”

Joe continued to nod.

“If there is no accident, it’ll be a team of five.” Claire’s cold gaze swept across everyone’s face and fell on Joe again. Her tone was calm. “You, me, Jack, Wayne, Chuck, any problems?”

Joe cast a look for help at the other three people.

Jack sighed. “Fine, as your good brother, I can’t just watch you die.”

Wayne and Chuck also nodded.

The team members were finalized.

Claire slowly got up, supported the table with one hand, and looked at them gloomily, with a domineering aura. “From now on, you’ll have to follow my command and receive systematic training. You’re not getting any sleep this week.”

Everyone looked up at Claire, feeling that she was emitting a dazzling light.

When Claire came out of the milk tea shop, her phone suddenly rang.

It was from Mr. Hopkins.

Claire picked up the phone and asked. “What’s the matter?”

Mr. Hopkins sounded very anxious on the other end. “Miss Claire, Mr. Johnson is going to meet Ethan Muller!”

Claire’s heart did a flip and her tone was icy. “Find a way to stop him.”

“I tried, but failed. Since Mr. Johnson returned to normal, he became even grumpier and won’t listen to anyone!”

Claire narrowed her eyes. “Where is his father?”

Mr. Hopkins replied. “He is in another city. I’ve already called him and he’s rus.h.i.+ng back. Mr. Johnson is going out to meet Ethan Muller now. Miss Claire, please think of a way to stop him.”

Claire exhaled slowly. “Tell me where they’re going to meet, the car he is going to ride, and the license plate number of the car.”

“Okay, I’ve sent all the information to your phone.”

After hanging up, Claire found Hunter’s phone number.

She called but the call was disconnected.

It didn’t get through until the third time.

The man’s impatient voice came from the other end. “Who is it?”

“I am Claire.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then the man asked. “What do you want?”

He seemed unwilling to speak to her.

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 221 - Let's meet

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Chapter 221: Let’s meet

“What do you want me to promise you?”

“You and the other boys shall not hang out with Claire anymore!” Becky said forcefully.

Joe was stunned, scratching his head with a hesitant look. “Even if I’m chasing you, I still have the right to make friends, right? Also, Even if I don’t hang out with Claire anymore, I can’t ask them not to hang out with Claire.”

“You…” Becky’s face flushed red, and she became angry with embarra.s.sment.

Suddenly, a hand reached out to tap on her shoulder.

She turned her head to look. A tall man had walked up to her.

“Brother? Why do you…”

“I came to pick you up from school. I have been looking for you for a while.” Zack glanced at Joe and his face darkened. “Are you still pestering my sister?”

Joe said, “I like Becky, so I am chasing her. Is there any problem?”

Hearing this, Zack suddenly sneered. “Chasing her? Just you? What makes you think you’re worthy of my sister? Stop daydreaming!”

Joe said angrily, “My family is also well-known in the business circle. Why do you think I’m not worthy of Becky?!”

“How dare you talk back to me?!” Zack looked at Joe contemptuously. “I heard that you like to play ‘W2′ and want to enter the Emperor Game Club?”

“Yes?”

Zack laughed, and his disdainful laughter echoed in the corridor, which was very ear-piercing.

He said with contempt dripping from his tone, “Just give up as soon as possible. You’ll never be admitted to the Emperor Game Club, sucker!”

Joe clenched his fists in anger, straightened his waist, and looked firm. “How do you know that I won’t? Let me tell you, I will not only enter the Emperor Game Club, but also become a professional player, and one day I will beat you!”

Zack felt that his words were ridiculous. “Okay, let’s have a contest, dare you?”

Joe agreed without even thinking about it. “Sure!”

“Okay, I’ll give you a few days to prepare. Don’t flinch when the time comes!” Zack said coldly and took Becky away.

On the other side, the study of the Johnsons’ house.

Hunter was sitting in a chair, leaning back lazily and sorting out the doc.u.ments casually. Suddenly, he found a doc.u.ment.

He opened it and saw four big words written on it.

Special Effect Medicine Project.

Hunter narrowed his deep dark eyes, flipped through the contents of the doc.u.ment, and smiled, looking a bit interested.

Mr. Hopkins came in to deliver fruit. Hunter threw the doc.u.ment in front of him. “Is this project still going on?”

Mr. Hopkins turned pale with fright. “Well… we have already withdrawn from this project.”

Hunter frowned. “This project is so interesting and also of great commercial value. Why did you withdraw?”

“Um… because…” Mr. Hopkins made up an excuse. “This project had some problems and was halted, so we withdrew from it.”

Hunter’s eyes were glowing cold. “Mr. Hopkins, do you think I can’t understand the words on it?”

If it were Mr. Johnson from before, Mr. Hopkins might have been able to deceive him.

But since he returned to normal, there was a daunting and domineering air about him, making people scared.

“In short, this is what your father wanted.” Mr. Hopkins hurriedly grabbed the file and left the study.

At this time, the cell phone on the desk rang.

Hunter glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number.

He hung up deadpan.

Immediately afterwards, the phone rang two or three times.

Annoyed by the noise, Hunter picked up the phone and asked irritably. “Who is it?”

There was a man’s voice on the other end, which sounded a bit gloomy. “Mr. Johnson, I’m glad to speak with you. I am the King of Li Kingdom, Ethan Muller.”

Hunter raised his eyes. “What’s the matter?”

Ethan chuckled and asked. “I heard that you suddenly quit the special effect medicine project. I’d like to know the reason for it.”

“I didn’t quit.” Hunter slowly stood up and turned his head to stare at the sunset outside the window. “I’m very interested in this project.”

Listening to the casual and arrogant voice on the phone, Ethan felt it a little familiar.

“That’s good.” Ethan smiled and said, “I’m free tonight. Can we meet tonight?”

“OK.”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 220 - I Can Give You A Chance to Chase Me

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Chapter 220: I Can Give You A Chance to Chase Me

“Isn’t your elder brother a professional player of ‘W2’? He is also a member of the Emperor Game Club.” Phoebe instigated her. “Why don’t you have your brother compete with them so that we can figure out whether Claire is really good at playing games or not.”

She didn’t believe Claire was actually that good at playing games.

When it came to a professional player, Claire would definitely lose.

Becky curled her lips and snorted coldly. “Forget it, my brother won’t play games with these n.o.bodies. Even if he wants to play, he’ll only play with legends like April.”

The group of people went back to their homes respectively, leaving only Derek and Claire on the roadside.

“Claire, tell me the truth, have you played ‘W2’ before? You weren’t supposed to be so good if it was the first game you played. Don’t take me as a fool!”

She was obviously very skilled in that game.

Claire raised her eyebrows and looked at him, saying casually. “I also want to ask you. Why do you still play like a rookie after playing it for so long?”

“…”

Derek was speechless.

“I gotta go.” Claire stopped a taxi.

Not long after she got in the car, her phone rang and a voice message popped up.

She clicked on it and Derek’s crying sound rang.

“Master… I feel so bad… They… they laughed at me as a rookie and didn’t take me when playing games. They also said that it was sheer luck… that you accepted me as your disciple. But you did that because of my talent, didn’t you?… They just don’t believe me, boohoo…”

He cried till he was out of breath.

Claire typed a few words as the reply: [Yes, they are right.]

On the other side, Derek was crying and running wildly on the street when he saw the reply.

He didn’t want to live anymore!

The next day, noon.

A group of people sat in a milk tea shop.

Phoebe and Becky were talking and laughing with the boys.

Suddenly someone shouted. “Claire, here!”

They turned their heads only to see Claire pus.h.i.+ng open the gla.s.s door and walking towards them.

Phoebe and Becky scowled at the same time.

The boys who had been sitting next to them got up one after another and gathered around Claire.

Chuck leaned on the counter and said to Claire, “Order whatever you want to drink. It’s my treat.”

Wayne patted his head. “Hey, show some respect to Big Sister Claire!”

Becky rolled her eyes and poked the milk tea straw. “Why is she here again? What a nuisance!”

Phoebe glanced over, feeling tightness in her chest.

She relied on Becky to become a member of this small group.

But Claire could always steal her things easily.

Why?!

Phoebe concealed the jealousy in her eyes and whispered to Becky. “She seems to have been called over by Joe. Isn’t Joe chasing you? Did he… fall for Claire?”

These words really hurt Becky’s self-esteem.

She was so angry that her face turned purple and she couldn’t even drink the milk tea anymore.

And that was exactly what Phoebe wanted.

After school, the school gate was crowded with people.

In the empty corridor, Becky leaned against the wall, with arms around her chest, looking arrogant.

Joe stood opposite and looked at her, all smiles. “Becky, why did you call me over?”

Becky glanced at him. “You are chasing me, right?”

Joe’s face blushed red. “You finally noticed it?”

Becky gave a smug smile. “Okay, I can give you a chance to chase me.”

When Joe heard it, his eyes lit up. The surprise came out of the blue.

“Re… really?”

“Sure.” Becky snorted coldly. “However, you have to promise me one thing first.”

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 219 - What's The Big Deal About Playing A Game?

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Chapter 219: What’s The Big Deal About Playing A Game?

Seeing her well-prepared, Chuck asked. “Did you know someone would come here?”

Derek blinked. “How did you know?”

Claire remained expressionless, and her voice echoed in the empty room. “I looked at the map. The poisonous barrier was moving closer to the center. Three minutes later, a batch of supplies landed in the green forest on the left. If one wants to walk from the center to the green forest, taking this path is the best choice. A large number of people gathered at the center point. Whether they want to take a shortcut or avoid the poisonous barrier, they will definitely take this trail. The hillside above the trail will be the best sniper position.”

“Wow!” Chuck was stunned.

Derek’s jaw dropped.

Claire… was so smart!

Claire glanced at him sideways and tapped her head with a finger. “Playing a game is not just about fighting and killing. It depends on the strategy.”

Soon, people came towards this trail one after another.

Joe and the others were still trying to avoid the poisonous barrier at the center, cursing and yelling.

While Claire was on a killing spree on the hillside.

However many people came, she killed them all.

Soon, prompts appeared on the others’ phones.

[Congratulations, your teammate April has completed ten kills.]

Then this kind of prompt kept popping out.

Claire pulled the trigger and shot the last person to death. Finally, the game ended.

They won.

Claire was ranked first, with a terrifying number of kills. In this game, most of the people died under her gun.

Joe was completely dumbfounded. “This is the fastest match I have finished. I won before the second half even started?”

The boys surrounded Claire, and bombarded Claire with questions.

Wayne patted the coffee table and shouted. “That’s not enough! Claire, shall we have another round?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Count me in!”

Derek scratched his curly hair, gaping in shock.

Was Claire… so good at playing games?

At this time, Phoebe and Becky were sitting on the other side with no boy around. Neither of them looked happy.

Most members of this small group were from wealthy families and had strong family backgrounds. The two of them had always been the focus and were very popular among the boys.

Many people in the school had tried desperately to join this group but failed.

Phoebe and Becky had a unique sense of superiority every time they walked on campus with these boys and enjoyed the envious gazes of others.

Now, the boys were ignoring the two of them and were gathered around Claire.

Late at night, they left the KTV.

The boys surrounded Claire, still discussing the game.

Phoebe and Becky were left behind.

“Is she really good at playing games?” Becky felt uncomfortable and asked Phoebe.

Phoebe said in a ridiculing tone, “I haven’t seen her playing games, and I don’t know when she learned it. It’s strange. Girls should not be interested in games. But she seems to like it very much!”

Becky stared at Claire’s back, showing a look of disgust. “We are all learning piano and dancing, while she is learning how to play games. What a weirdo! Did she learn it to please boys?”

“Huh?” Phoebe put on that simple and innocent look again. “Maybe you think too much?”

Her reaction made Becky more convinced of this idea and she said angrily, “It must be like this! Look at those boys, who were originally our friends, but now they are all taken away by her! What’s the big deal about playing a game? Who can’t play a game?”