Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3351 Disguise

"Your Highness, what shall we do now?"

The subordinate sitting in the driver's seat glanced at Clara, a look of confusion crossing his face.

Clara crossed her long legs, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. She picked up a makeup case from the side and began to adjust her appearance.

Within mere minutes, the rosy glow of her cheeks faded away, leaving her complexion pale as parchment.

Her once luscious red lips cracked and dried, transforming her into a ghost of her former self.

It was as though she had stepped into another person's skin, her vibrant essence replaced by an aura of desolation.

She reached for an old, faded shirt that had lost its color over countless washes.

Without considering the subordinate in front of her, Clara shed her lavish clothing with graceful ease.

The driver quickly averted his gaze, lowering his head at the sight of her undressing.

Once dressed in the worn shirt, Clara's identity morphed from that of a wealthy heiress to a struggling commoner. Yet, the faded fabric failed to conceal her striking figure, which stood out even more prominently in this tattered attire. She stole a glance at herself in the rearview mirror, nodding in satisfaction at her disguise.

she instructed, her voice carrying a hint of finality as she swung open the car

instant, her demeanor

pride and confidence that had once enveloped her vanished completely, replaced by

urgency as she unconsciously

a leisurely brunch,

prepared to leave, she noticed a girl approaching from afar and instinctively shifted to the side to avoid a

reached for her phone to

against something, and her phone slipped from her grip, crashing to

watch where you're going?" Helen exclaimed, frustration bubbling up as she

stood before Clara, tears welling in her eyes as she

sorry. I got distracted," Clara replied in

orchestrated, a deliberate ploy for Clara to strike up a conversation with Helen. "Are you

information,

tattered Clara, Helen muttered an expletive under her breath, feeling unlucky in this encounter. Tears streamed down Clara's cheeks,

is

to say through her sobs "My husband has money.wait

a mix of surprise and

your husband's number? Where does he work? I can take you to