The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Claire clenched the corner of the painting secretly and said calmly, “Nothing. The portrait is quite vivid.”

Then, she changed the topic. “What about the other person? Is there a photo or portrait for that person as well?”

Ethan Muller raised an eyebrow. “Not yet.”

“What’s the name?”

“No idea. I just know it’s a woman.”

Claire frowned.

What a mysterious person. There was no information about her at all.

Ethan leaned back on the sofa lazily. “As long as you can find Emperor You, it is not difficult to find her. After all…”

He gave a half-joking smile. “After all, she is Emperor You’s beloved woman…”

Claire lowered her eyes and covered her shaking pupils with her long eyelashes.

“Doctor Venus, is there any problem?” Ethan asked with a cold smile.

“Yes.” Claire lifted her eyelids abruptly and looked at him sternly. “Why me?”

Ethan uncrossed his overlapping legs and changed his sitting posture, seeming to be surprised at Claire’s indifferent and calm attitude.

He propped his head with his hand, looked at Claire again, and said slowly, “I heard that you’re very good at investigations, and you’re from the Life-Death Sect, so I can trust you.”

Trust?

Claire secretly gave a scornful smile. Revealing no emotion, she stood up holding the portrait. “Wait for my news.”

“Do it secretly. Don’t let anyone know.” Ethan looked at her, narrowed his charming eyes. A dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes.

Without a word, Claire nodded again and turned. She walked outside the door without any hesitation.

When she left, Ethan let out a low chuckle. “President Samuel, this doctor is quite arrogant…”

The president looked at the door. “She can afford to be arrogant.”

“We’ll see.” Ethan was still smiling, but his eyes gradually cooled down and turned unfathomable. “If she finds nothing in half a month, discard her.”

When Claire left the Life-Death Sect, the sun was shining outside, but she felt a chill down her spine, and her fingers had made several holes in the portrait that she was holding.

She had known that the current Hunter was not the real Hunter.

She had been wondering what his true identity was.

But she had never thought that he would turn out to be Emperor You!

Pressing down the turbulent emotions in her heart, Claire took out her cell phone and was about to call Mr. Hopkins.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Hopkins called her first.

After the call got through, Mr. Hopkins’s anxious voice sounded. “Miss Claire, Mr. Johnson is gone!”

Claire’s face darkened. “When?”

“Just now. I think he must be looking for you!”

Unlike the panicking Mr. Hopkins, Claire was particularly calm. “Don’t worry. I’ll find him.”

When she hung up the call, her phone rang again.

It was Sheldon.

Why did he call her at this time?

Claire pressed the answer button and said concisely, “What’s the matter?”

Sheldon replied. “Are you looking for Hunter Johnson? He is with me.”

——

In the cozy cafe, melodious music was playing.

Sheldon leaned on the sofa, propping his forehead with his hand.

On the opposite side, Hunter was staring at him coldly, his face was dark, and in his fierce eyes, there seemed to be a ferocious beast dormant.

“Are you the dog Claire raised outside?”

“…”

What the hell was he talking about?

Sheldon was speechless, reluctant to talk to this fool.

Seeing him not speak up, Hunter’s eyes were fierce and his tone was full of provocation and threats. “Listen carefully, I am Claire’s only dog!”