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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 284 Lu Mian, I Think You Are Bullying People

Caller ID: Director Qimo.

Lu Mian casually glanced at Han Jin, then at Principal Zhang, hesitating whether to answer or not.

Han Jin snorted with a stern face, "Answer it. You were so decisive when pulling out your phone, so why hesitate now? Even you, Lu Mian, have moments of indecision. Feeling guilty, are you?"

As he spoke, Lu Mian only felt her eardrums ache.

Guilty of what? She had nothing to feel guilty about.

She swiped the green button, answering the call with poise.

The cultured man's voice came through the receiver, very familiar, "Where are you? Knocked on your door, no one answered."

Principal Zhang, standing close to Lu Mian, couldn't make out the conversation clearly, but found the distinct and exceptionally pleasant voice strangely familiar.

Lu Mian's lips curved slightly, "In the school cafeteria."

Unaware, her tone had inadvertently become gentle and soft, "Is there something you need?"