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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."

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Master, I Was Wrong

Editor: Henyee Translations

Paul's eyes widened, his pupils full of horror. "Master… what does this mean…"

"From today, you are no longer my butler. You are free and can go wherever you want." Bill's voice was cold, without any warmth.

Paul jumped out of the bed and fell down in front of Bill with a plop, begging, "Master… no… I don't want any freedom. I don't want to go anywhere!"

"According to the regulations, I have the right to deprive you of all the memories about me." Bill refused to look at him and replied lightly.

But for Paul, every minute he spent with his master was precious. The memory of his master was all he had.

How could he let it be taken away so easily?!

Paul couldn't help snarling, tears bursting out of his eyes. "If you want to erase these memories from me, you might as well just kill me!"

Bill's expression was indifferent and he didn't seem to be moved at all. Looking at the man, he said, "You can start."