The President’s Five Children

Mizuki was a little incredulous as she felt the deadly urgency brought to her throat.

How could it be?

Almost the instant she turned around, Bruno had already strangled her neck.

This meant that her true identity had already been discovered when she hugged Bruno from behind.

But she had clearly worn the same clothes as Yembi, and had even deliberately imitated her movements and figure.

What else was wrong that caused the slip-up?

And seeing that Mizuki’s face was already red from the lack of oxygen suffocation, Bruno then extended his hand, his tone cold and indifferent, “This matter, I hope there is no second time.”

“I don’t understand.” Mizuki spoke, “How on earth did you recognize me?”

“You and Yembi are far too different to be successfully imitated by wearing the same clothes.” Bruno said coldly, “She is who she is, no one can copy imitate.”

Speaking of which, Bruno’s eyes fell on Mizuki’s dress.

This dress was exactly the same as the one he had given to Yembi.

If Mizuki was wearing it, then Yembi was now …

“Where is she people? What did you do to her?” Bruno questioned out loud.

Mizuki blushed with a few points of aggravation, “She’s the host of tonight’s party, how could I dare to do anything to her… It’s her, who disliked me so much.”

Bruno nodded, “Indeed, Yembi is just mouthy sometimes.”

He couldn’t even resist.

“Mr. Newman, you mean you’re going to help me out?” Mizuki asked with another smirk.

Bruno swept a blank stare over, full of dislike, “You’re overthinking it, I haven’t finished yet, Yembi does have a bad mouth, but the dislike is the truth, the fact that you’re disliked only means that you’ve indeed done something.”

Mizuki’s face sank, almost gritting her teeth, “Mr. Newman, that’s pretty protective.”

“I’m not protective,” Bruno replied, “I’m just more protective of Yembi.”

With that said, his gaze once again raked over Mizuki, “This tuxedo should probably come off, it doesn’t look good on you.”

Bruno didn’t know what was wrong with him today.

Previously, even if he didn’t like Mizuki, he wouldn’t point his nose like this, after all, when a person is under the roof, he must more or less lower his head.

But today, when he saw Mizuki pretending to be Yembi, the anger he couldn’t hold back in his heart, along with the previous grievances, all of them came out.

Throwing down these words, without looking at what Mizuki’s reaction was, he directly turned around and left.

Leaving Mizuki in the wigwam, her face was as if a dyeing workshop had been opened, green for a while, white for a while, and in the end, only a deep inky black color remained.

Very well, Bruno is just refusing to do anything until he’s done with it.

Since this kind of ordinary trick didn’t work, then we can only use something else.NôvelDrama.Org content.

-Bruno is not aware of this.

On this end, Bruno didn’t realize that he had already been missed.

He quickly walked back to his room to see if Yembi was in trouble.

Pushing the door open, he saw Yembi admiring her masterpiece in the mirror.

She had cut the fishtail dress down to her knees, with a circle of tiny pearls sewn around the edge.

Although the fishtail dress did not have the feeling of a mermaid in the world, but because when walking, the pearls will collide with each other to make a crisp sound, but instead, it gives people a bright feeling.

Bruno stared at the dress she was wearing in a daze, “You didn’t let Mizuki steal your dress?”

“No,” Yembi shook her head, “She bought one exactly like mine and wanted to have a clash of shirts that is not scary, who is ugly and who is embarrassed situation, so I simply changed my clothes, how about it, is it not better than her?”