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The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Omnipotent A-Grade Cool Female Lead VS Secret Passionate and Domineering Male Lead That Loves Assuming and is Easily Jealous Because she is wrongly placed at birth, Claire and another girl swap lives. Eighteen years later, she acknowledges her roots and returns to her family. From a country bumpkin, she becomes the daughter of a rich family in the capital. However… Her parents favor their fake daughter. "Claire, Phoebe is smart and obedient. She's a thousand times better than you." Her brother protects the fake sister. "Claire! Don't bully Phoebe. Phoebe is innocent, unlike you—you're full of evil tricks!" It's said that she is uneducated and incompetent. Her grades are the worst, and she loves to fight. She is notorious for her misdeeds, and everyone looks down on her. Only one man says domineeringly, "I will dote on you." One day… her disguises are stripped off… The Vice-Chairwoman of the Mathematical Olympiad, the guru of eSports, the hidden miracle doctor, the Chinese Art Master, the diva of the music industry, and the leader of the League of Death. Those identities are all hers?! Everyone starts to worship her: You are a real big shot! Instantly, there are countless suitors. A director extends an invitation for her to film a movie. The next day, the director is banned from the Internet. The Masked King invites her to have dinner with him. The next day, the scandal of the Masked King becomes the hottest topic on the Internet. A rich tycoon gives her a diamond ring as big as a pigeon egg. The next day, the corporation goes bankrupt and he becomes a beggar. A certain envious lover online declares his sovereignty over her. @Claire: "She's my wife."

Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall · Urban
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I'm Here To Make Peace With You

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The whole class was silent.

Unable to bear such humiliation, Phoebe shed tears incessantly. She got up, and ran out of the classroom.

"Phoebe!" Her deskmate hurriedly chased her behind.

The two ran to the bathroom and deleted the anonymous post with trembling hands.

Dora sat back, cupping her small face, and smiled silly at Claire. "Am I awesome?"

Claire didn't say a word but smiled back at her.

Interesting.

Dora turned on the phone and snorted. "Cowards! They deleted the post so soon."

Derek held his chin and poked her shoulder with a pen. "Hey, where are you from?"

Dora took a sip of calcium milk to moisten her throat. "What do you mean?"

Playing dumb?

Derek sneered. "There is only one Johnsons in the entire capital. Where did you come from?"

"My surname is Johnson. What's wrong with that?" Dora straightened up, looking very proud.

Someone cut in. "Are you Mr. Johnson's illegitimate daughter?"