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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 244 Potential Big Shots

Lu Mian paused, and beneath her sunglasses, her clear eyes swept over a figure rushing by not far away.

The person was not tall, with an ordinary face, blending into the crowd without drawing any attention.

But for some inexplicable reason, Lu Mian thought of someone.

The stranger, plain and unremarkable, in Xiao Qimo's office.

These two people didn't look alike, but both had the kind of temperament that would disappear in a crowd, almost invisible. The other person, silent and terse, carried a simple suitcase and walked forward with his head down.

A fleeting illusion made Lu Mian halt; for a second, she subconsciously thought that Xiao Qimo had arrived.

She was really overthinking it.

A self-deprecating smile slowly formed on her lips as Lu Mian unconsciously pushed at her sunglasses, an action that brought to mind the face of a debonair scoundrel.

"Damn!"