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The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

The all-powerful boss is stripped of his identity again! One is handsome while the other is proud; the two-faced refined rascal versus a cynical girl with hidden identities. Everyone secretly jokei that Master Mo’s wife is an ignorant and incompetent little tyrant. Bad at her studies? Lu Mian emergei as the top student for science at her college entrance examination. No talent? Lu Mian shows everyone how competent she is at multitasking by playing the piano with one hand, and painting with the other during a live performance. A prodigal? She makes a small fortune in just two days with her limited knowledge. Boxing, Go chess, appraising treasures, car racing… Bring it on! She can do them all. The soft-spoken Xiao Qimo adjusts his glasses with pride. “Who else has something to say?” One of his subordinates raises his hand cautiously. “Master Mo, your wife seems to be the one who single-handedly destroyed the illegal laboratory.” Xiao Qimo looks at his wife who is quietly practicing calligraphy. “That’s impossible!” It isn’t until… During the general meeting for the International Elite Organization, both Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian wear a mask. They take the stage and succeed as the organization’s Chief and Deputy Chief, respectively. The Deputy Chief beside me looks like my wife. This is Xiao Qimo’s thought. The Chief looks like someone I know. Lu Mian is thinking the same thing, too. Soon, the newly appointed Chief is seen blocking his deputy at the ladies’ room. What happens when two strong and uncorrupted individuals fall for each other?

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Chapter 255 Is the Leader's Position at Risk?

Lu Mian's eyes still had a mischievous glint, but there was a slight reduction in her wariness and vigilance.

She waved her hand nonchalantly, "Oh, it's you, old man."

The man standing before her was the second-generation leader of the International Elite Group, a man associated with the "Magician" in the Tarot Cards, the only one who knew the real identities of all the organization's members and held all the internal secrets.

However, the leader's mask was different from theirs; it was pure black. Lu Mian had had her eye on that pure black mask for a long time since she wasn't very fond of the fancy masks the commanders wore.

The middle-aged man referred to as the old man glared, flicked the girl's cheek with his finger, and the mask emitted a muffled sound.

"What old man, call me mentor."

"…" Lu Mian let out a light chuckle and nodded in good spirits, "Alright, old man mentor."

The other party scolded her, "Mian Xiaobao!"