The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 57 – Claire, You're Famous Now!

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities is a Webnovel created by Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall.
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Chapter 57: Claire, You’re Famous Now!

Two years ago, she had accompanied Phoebe to the sports meet, and felt very envious when she saw others holding the trophies.

Now, she was finally envied by others.

Excited, Ada wanted to hold the trophy in her hands.

The white light of the screen cast on Claire’s face, making her look even colder. “I didn’t bring that junk back.”

Ada’s eyes widened.

What? …Junk?

“What do you want?” Claire gradually lost her patience.

Ada could only reply softly. “It’s your grandfather’s 80th birthday next week. Have you prepared a present for him?”

“No.”

Claire didn’t even know that it was Evans’ birthday next week. Even if she did, she wouldn’t prepare any present for him.

Ada sighed, not surprised. “I knew you didn’t.”

She took out a gift box and put it next to Claire. “I prepared this on your behalf. Give it to your grandpa at the birthday banquet. There will be many people at the banquet. Don’t disgrace us, ok?”

Claire glanced at the box, showing no expression.

Ada waited for a while but didn’t get her response, so she could only turn around and leave.

Claire grabbed the gift box casually and threw it into the drawer.

——

Early in the morning, Claire walked into the cla.s.sroom carrying her schoolbag.

Countless eyes stared at her, and the atmosphere suddenly heated up.

“It’s Claire! Claire is here!”

“Ahhh!”

“My G.o.ddess!”

Everyone’s att.i.tude was completely different from the past.

Phoebe looked around and frowned crossly. “Has everyone gone crazy?”

Her deskmate whispered to her. “You didn’t see how cool she was in the sports meet. She ran so fast and jumped so high, and was a fabulous sharpshooter. So, many people have become her fans.”

Phoebe turned purple in anger, slamming the book on the desk.

Her deskmate was taken aback.

What was wrong with Phoebe? Why did she suddenly lose her temper?

Claire sat down on her seat.

Holding his cell phone, Derek leaned close to her and shouted excitedly. “Claire… Claire, you’re famous now!”

Claire narrowed her eyes and s.n.a.t.c.hed Derek’s cell phone.

It turned out that someone posted her photos in the sports meet to the school’s online forum.

Claire was beautiful with a delicate and slender figure. In the photos, she looked sa.s.sy and cool, which attracted many people.

After cla.s.s, it was crowded with many students outside the cla.s.sroom, and they were all peering in.

“That’s her, the one sleeping prostrate on the desk!”

“Ahhhh, she is even better-looking than in photos!”

“I really want to go in and ask her for an autograph…”

After school

Phoebe walked slowly and could hear people discussing Claire everywhere in the school. Utterly upset, she hurried home.

——

The Smiths were one of the most powerful families in the capital, and Evans had a very wide social circle when he was young, so those who came to congratulate him on his 80th birthday were all influential people.

Therefore, this birthday banquet must be done perfectly, without the slightest error.

Everyone in the Smiths was busy.

But Claire always went home late.

On the second floor, Phoebe sneaked into Claire’s room.

Her room was almost empty except for a shabby computer on the desk and several Doraemon dolls which were piled on the bed.

So naive…

Phoebe rummaged around and finally found a gift box in the drawer.

This should be the gift that Mom had prepared for her.

Phoebe silently sneered and walked out of the room, holding the gift box.

She couldn’t wait to see Claire make a fool of herself on such an important occasion!

Not long after, Claire returned home.

As soon as she entered the room, she stopped abruptly and held the doork.n.o.b, and her sharp gaze swept across the room.

An exquisite paper box suddenly appeared on the bed.

Her room had been searched by someone!

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