What… was happening here?
Even Phoebe's eyes widened.
The two seemed to know each other very well, and everyone heard Claire call Master Rice teacher just now.
Was she really…
Still putting his arms around Claire, Master Rice looked at Mr. Garfield and gave a cold smile. "You want me to identify Claire's identity, right? Yes, Claire is my youngest disciple… Nancy."
His words were loud and clear.
There was dead silence in the office, and then, there were gasping sounds.
Mr. Garfield's legs went weak, he staggered back a couple of steps, and his face turned extremely ugly.
He had just told Claire to wait for a face slap.
However… the person who was slapped in the face was him!
At this time, Phoebe also felt as if being struck by lightning, her brain buzzing.
Claire was Master Rice's disciple?
Claire was Nancy?
For so many years, she had been longing to be a great painter.
And Nancy was her idol.
