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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 253: A Team of Commanders Appears!

The dimly lit meeting room was pitch-black, devoid of any light source.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the lights remained off, leaving the room illuminated only by the meager glow of a few laptops—the only light in the room.

Around the elongated conference table, seven people were seated, each a division commander of IEG.

They were the core members for this meeting.

Each was in disguise, their heights and builds obscured, their genders and ages indiscernible. The one thing they all had in common was that they were all wearing masks. Like Xiao Qimo, the designs on their masks were all main images from the Tarot Cards.

This was indeed their internal symbol of identity, unique and undeniable, as if seeing the mask was seeing the person themselves.

Without the leader's presence, the seven exchanged greetings and then lapsed into silence.