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The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 42 - Yield Neither To The Carrot Nor The Club
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Chapter 42: Yield Neither To The Carrot Nor The Club

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Ada was confused. “Dad, what’s wrong with you?”

Why did he suddenly throw a tantrum?

“What’s wrong with me?” Mr. Taylor sneered. “Why don’t you ask what the girl did? How do you have the nerve to bring her to see me?”

“Dad… you know?” Ada was startled and turned to look at Phoebe.

Phoebe kept shaking her head, blinking innocently.

“You don’t have to look at Phoebe. She didn’t say anything.” Mr. Taylor looked at her sullenly. “Do you think I’m an old fool? I can investigate it by myself!”

“Dad, it’s not what you think…” Ada still wanted to explain.

But Mr. Taylor interrupted her directly. “Cut the crap. Just take that wild girl away. Don’t bother me anymore!”

On the first floor.

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Claire leaned against the sofa, tilted her head and fiddled with her phone. The corners of her beautiful eyes turned red, and her posture was lazy and casual.

She wrapped the headphone cord around her fingertips, and her body swayed with pleasure.

Ada walked down from the second floor.

“Claire, your grandpa doesn’t feel well. Let’s come here another day.”

Claire put the phone in her pocket and stood up.

Her face was as indifferent as ever.

She didn’t want to come here in the first place, anyway.

On Monday

Derek broke into the teachers’ office again and kicked on the door again.

Now, the door finally broke.

He walked straight to James and slammed a black box on his table.

James looked up at him. “Derek, what’s the matter?”

Derek opened the box with a snap, his voice cold and arrogant. “Here is half a million, I’ll use this to buy the English points from you this semester. If it’s not enough, I can give you more.”

James’s expression was calm, and he didn’t even blink. There was still a smile hovering on his lips.

This look was very irritating to Derek.

James didn’t say anything.

Derek slowly leaned forward and suddenly exhaled towards James’s glasses, smiling darkly. “Mr. Walker, are you satisfied?”

James raised his head, distanced himself from Derek, and took off his glasses. His face was pleasing to the eye, just like a beautiful painting.

He wiped the lens and said, “I don’t need money. Just like I told you, I’ll give you exactly the points you earn in the exam. If you don’t want to get a zero, don’t hand in a blank test paper.”

“So, you yield neither to the carrot nor the club, right?” Derek gritted his teeth in anger. “Do you know who I am? How dare you provoke me like this?”

“I know.” James put on his glasses and didn’t seem afraid at all. “If you think it’s unfair to you, you can tell the principal to fire me.”

“Fire you? You wish!” The young man gave a threatening smile and said word by word, “Let’s wait and see. You’ll regret coming here to be a teacher!”

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When Derek left, all the teachers surrounded James.

“Mr. Walker, don’t put yourself in danger. Don’t confront him!”

“Although this kid seems taciturn, he is full of evil ideas. He may cause you serious trouble!”

James lowered his head and smiled helplessly as if this was nothing but a funny farce.

In the class

Derek buried his head, writing and drawing in the notebook.

He was rarely so serious, so Claire couldn’t help but glance at him curiously.

“Have you started listening to the lecture?”

“Of course not.” Derek snorted angrily. “I’m thinking about how to deal with James, that poseur!”

He swore he would make that guy beg for mercy with tears in his eyes!

Derek propped his head with a hand and asked Claire. “Do you have any ideas?”

Claire threw a knife in front of him. “I can lend this to you.”

“…”

He forgot that Hunter’s fiancée was a tough girl.