The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Spark picked up Claire and carried her towards the helicopter.

Claire clenched the man’s clothes tightly. Although they had escaped, she still felt uneasy.

“Claire, don’t be afraid.” Spark lowered his head, kissed Claire’s cheeks and lips, and then embraced her hard.

He buried his head in her neck and his voice couldn’t stop trembling. “Claire… I regret it. I shouldn’t have dragged you into the abyss, shouldn’t have involved you in these disputes…”

It was so dangerous to stay by his side. What right did he have to ask her to stay?

Claire pressed her face against the man’s chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart beating.

Soon, the plane landed.

Spark came down holding Claire. There were a few dilapidated earthen houses in the distance.

This place was familiar.

Claire looked around and was startled.

This was the West Continent!

A few steps forward was her home.

Spark put Claire on the ground and held her shoulders to let her lean on a tree.

“Claire, take a rest here. People will find you soon.”

Upon hearing this, Claire grabbed the man’s hand and asked anxiously. “What do you mean? Where are you going?”

Spark squatted down in front of her and said hesitantly, “Claire, I have to go back.”

“No! No!” Claire suddenly became agitated and desperately shook her head, her eyes all red. “Don’t go back. Please stay! Go back with me to see my mother…”

“Claire, calm down. Listen to me…” Spark held up the girl’s face and comforted her. “Noah, my subordinates and my people, they’re still in the East Continent. I can’t abandon them at this time and become a coward. I must go back and deal with the mess.”

“Come back to me when you are done, OK?” Claire looked at him with expectant, begging eyes, eager for a definite answer.

Could he really… promise her?

Spark covered his face with both hands.

After quite a while, he raised his head and forced a pale smile at Claire. “Of course, of course, I’ll be back. How can I be willing to leave Claire, so… wait for me here, okay?”

Claire still held onto the man tightly, refusing to let go. She raised her small face, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. “You must… must come back alive!”

“OK.” Spark gently stroked the girl’s head.

Claire still wanted to speak when she suddenly felt a tingling pain in her head. Her pupils gradually dilated. Then, she closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

Spark smoothed the girl’s messy hair, wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and patted the dust off her clothes.

He could be filthy, but his Claire must be clean.

“Claire, throw away this memory and live your life. It doesn’t matter even if you… forget me forever.”

Spark looked at Claire’s face carefully, remembering her fan-like long eyelashes, delicate nose, and pink lips.

Then, he kissed her for the last time. He was so careful like a devout believer.

You Palace, outside the gate.

Ethan leaned against the chair, cocked his leg at will, sitting in a leisurely posture, with one hand gently resting on his knees.

Bert stood beside him.

The area under the steps was covered with corpses. Blood flowed across, and the breath of death enveloped the entire You Palace.

In dead silence, footsteps suddenly sounded on the floor.

In the distance, a tall figure was walking over, and his steps were graceful and unhurried.

It was Spark Alva.

He stepped on a pool of blood, even under these circumstances, he remained majestic and awe-inspiring.