The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 46: What If I Must Meddle In This?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Claire recalled Sheldon’s clumsy movements.

It wouldn’t be easy for him to enter the Life-Death Sect.

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“So, you accidentally saved your biological brother?” Gallon couldn’t believe it. “The point is, you didn’t know about this until today? Didn’t you even remember your patients?”

Claire lay on the bay window, fiddling with the computer, her two little feet were swaying.

Her toes were round and cute, almost glowing in the sun.

“I never remember these things.”

Yes…

Patients were no different from pork for her.

“I heard that no hospital dared to accept him back then. What was the success rate of his operation?” Gallon was curious.

Claire replied casually. “Zero.”

“Zero?!” Gallon was dumbfounded and couldn’t help but exclaim. “Zero success rate and you accepted this patient? Were you crazy?”

No wonder no hospital dared to accept him.

Zero success rate was tantamount to a sureshot death.

But the point was not this.

The point was that she saved Sheldon’s life!

Claire looked at Gallon sideways and smiled proudly. “But it was very challenging, wasn’t it?”

Gallon sighed secretly. Only she dared to say such arrogant words.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“No.” Claire said firmly, “Besides, I have no plans to stay at the Smiths for long.”

Gallon said in surprise, “Then, where are you going?”

“Go to find the elders of the Menglai Clan. I must… resolve the bewitching bug in my body.” Claire’s eyes were glowing.

Yes, she had to resolve this problem as soon as possible.

“By the way, are you still… still unable to operate?”

Hearing this, Claire paused.

She slowly looked down at her hands, which were white and slender, with distinct bone joints, but the slight shaking was uncontrollably.

She secretly clenched her hands.

Her voice was calm and emotionless.

“I don’t know. I haven’t tried it.”

Gallon looked at the girl with the lowered face. Her long eyelashes happened to conceal the emotions in her eyes.

He regretted mentioning this, and quickly changed the subject. “Have you seen your fiancé?”

Claire frowned and her tone suddenly became cold. “Yes.”

“Oh, it seems that you don’t quite like him?” Gallon jested. “I heard that he has a brain problem. Is it true?”

“Yeah.” Claire stared at the computer and replied somewhat perfunctorily. “He lost all his memories in a car accident two years ago and his brain was damaged.”

Gallon tittered and joked. “Then, you two will make a perfect match. Both of you have lost your memories.”

Claire directly showed him the knife in her sleeve. “Do you want to die?”

Gallon immediately shut up.

Claire didn’t stay for dinner. Before it got dark, she went to the bookstore again.

Passing by the alley, she glanced sideways when she heard some noise.

There was a fight going on inside. A few gangsters surrounded one person, and the atmosphere was tense.

The man in the middle was tall and handsome. He took off his famous-brand jacket, and threw it aside. He rolled up his neat cuffs, and stared at the gangsters arrogantly.

Sheldon?

Claire narrowed her eyes, leaning against the wall and watching with interest.

The spoiled young master was knocked to the ground within a few minutes.

Boring…

Claire slowly straightened up and said unhurriedly, “Have you finished?”

Her casual voice blew into everyone’s ears with the night breeze.

The punks turned their heads, and when they saw it was a girl, they all sported lascivious smiles.

“Little sister, you’d better not meddle in our affair. If you don’t go home, you will be spanked by your mother, hahaha…”

Sheldon raised his head with difficulty. In his blurred vision, there was a slender figure standing at the entrance of the alley like a fairy stepping down the sky in the moonlight.

Claire?

His eyes widened suddenly.

Claire was tilting her head and smiling, but her eyes were icy. “What if I must meddle in this?”

A gangster raised his middle finger at her. “Then, just try it!”

Claire put her schoolbag in the corner properly and slowly twisted her wrist. Her bones snapped.