The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Claire fought back her anger. “So, what do you want?”

Henry didn’t conceal his coercing intention at all. “I will send you the address. If you want to save him, come here in person.”

Claire gave a contemptuous chuckle. “He is the only son of the Johnsons and has also participated in the special medicine project. Do you really dare to touch him?”

“Miss Claire, do you forget that I can hypnotize a person?” Henry’s voice was gloomy and cold as if a ghost was whispering in her ear.

Claire put away her smile and then leaned on the sofa again, yawning. She said in an indifferent tone, “What does it matter to me if he lives or dies?”

“Really? Then take another look at the phone. It’s up to you whether you’re coming or not.”

The phone was hung up and a message popped up.

It was the address sent by Henry, and a video was attached.

Claire clicked on the video, and the video showed a shimmering sea, with rough waves lapping the reef.

Hunter stepped barefoot on the beach and was walking towards the sea.

His eyes were tightly closed, apparently hypnotized.

Claire lunged to her feet with a swish. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and she clenched the phone tightly, almost pinching the screen.

Gallon ran out of the kitchen. “What happened?”

He snatched Claire’s phone with strength, and after a few glances, he snorted. “Hmph… how dare they threaten you with this stupid little trick. Rubbish.”

But then he found that Claire didn’t look right.

Gallon’s eyes widened. “You don’t really want to go there, do you? This is clearly a trap!”

“I know.”

She was not a fool.

Gallon scratched his head anxiously. “If you go there, you will die for nothing!”

“Am I going to gamble with his life?” Claire closed her eyes and felt a chill down her spine. For the first time, fear welled up in her heart.

“So what? Henry won’t dare to touch him.” Gallon leaned close to Claire’s face and couldn’t believe it. “I think you must be crazy. When did you start to care about other people’s lives? Did you…”

Did you really fall in love with the fool, Hunter Johnson?!

“I’ll be back soon.” Claire took the phone back and rushed out of the apartment.

According to the address, Claire rushed to the beach. There was an endless blue in the distance, with waves layered on top of each other. A bright moon hung over the sea.

The night breeze hit, mixed with a salty breath.

There was no one around, and it was horribly quiet.

“Hunter Johnson!” Claire shouted standing on the beach.

Her voice drifted away in the wind.

Suddenly, there was a clatter in the distance. Claire looked around for the sound, only to see an arm stretched out of the sea.

Was it Hunter?

Claire didn’t have time to think about it. She took off her jacket and ran towards that side. Then like a flexible fish, she plunged directly into the deep sea.

In an instant, bitter sea water poured into her nose.

She held her breath and swam as fast as she could, searching for Hunter’s figure.

The temperature dropped sharply at night, and gradually, Claire felt her limbs stiff, and she couldn’t exert any strength.

She opened her mouth but suddenly choked on seawater. As if being strangled in the neck, she was seized by a sense of suffocation.

Just as her body was sinking slowly, an arm suddenly embraced her thin waist.

Claire raised her head and met a pair of deep dark eyes, in the pupil of which blue water reflected clearly.

It was Hunter!

In the sea, the man took her into his arms and clasped the back of her head with one hand. He bowed his head and kissed her lips.

Claire closed her eyes subconsciously. There was a sharp tingling in her head, and countless broken images flashed through, cutting her brain nerves. In the midst of a piercing headache, the fragments finally gathered together into a complete image.

The memories emerged like a sea tide. Her head felt as if it was about to explode.

Claire suddenly opened her eyelids and saw a pair of eyes decorated with a tear mole gradually overlapping with the pair in her memory.

She finally remembered.

The man who called her Claire in her dream and asked him to wait for her was Hunter!

His real name should be… Spark Alva…