The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

“Listen to me. Don’t go to see Ethan Muller, he…”

“Does it have anything to do with you?” The man’s voice was cold and alienated.

Then, with a click, he hung up.

Claire’s throat almost burst into flames.

Now, there was only one risky way left.

She dialed Mr. Hopkins’ number.

“Where is the car now?”

Mr. Hopkins replied. “We are about to reach Franklin Avenue.”

Claire flipped through the map and found Franklin Avenue. It was not far from here. After thinking about it for a while, she rode a bicycle and took a shortcut to Franklin Avenue.

Arriving at Franklin Avenue, Claire contacted Mr. Hopkins.

“How soon will you arrive at Franklin Avenue?”

“In three minutes!”

Claire stood under the streetlamp, narrowed her eyes, and stared on the other side of the road.

Soon, seeing the light shining in the distance, a black car approached. She checked the license plate number. It was the car that Hunter was sitting in.

Just as the car was approaching, Claire closed her eyes, suddenly dashed out, and stood in the way of the car.

A person suddenly appeared in front, and the driver was startled. He slammed on the brakes, but the car speed was too fast, and the car still slammed into Claire.

There was a loud bang.

Claire was knocked over by the front of the car and rolled on the ground several times. There was a crushing pain all over her body, and she almost lost consciousness.

With blurred vision, she saw a tall figure getting out of the car and walking towards her.

She gritted her teeth to endure the pain, tightly grasped the person’s trouser legs, and refused to let go.

Mr. Hopkins paled in fright.

He thought that Miss Claire had a way, but he didn’t expect her to use this method.

Mr. Hopkins looked at Hunter and said anxiously, “Mr. Johnson, Miss Claire is injured. In such an emergency, let’s take her to the hospital first. The King of Li Kingdom should be willing to understand the situation.”

Hunter lowered his eyes, staring coldly at the girl who was lying on the ground. His handsome face was impatient, and his voice was cold. “Put her into the car.”

Mr. Hopkins wanted to help Claire up, but Claire was still clutching Hunter and refused to let go.

Mr. Hopkins cast Hunter a look for help. “Mr. Johnson, or… you carry her into the car?”

Hunter frowned, took off his jacket impatiently and threw it to Mr. Hopkins. He picked up Claire and carried her into the car.

There was nothing gentle about his movements.

In the car, Claire fell into Hunter’s arms, her eyes tightly closed. She seemed to have lost consciousness.

Hunter glanced at the girl in his arms. Her eyelashes were thick and long, her pretty little face was white, her lips were tightly pursed with pain, and her little hand was still clutching his clothes tightly as if she had found someone to rely on. Her faint breath slapped on his chest, making him feel a little itchy.

This woman must be crazy, even daring to stop the car with her body.

Hunter took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

“Sorry, the appointment tonight is canceled.”

“What’s wrong?” Ethan’s voice rang on the other end.

Hunter rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his tone helpless. “I had a car accident.”

Ethan was a little surprised. “Are you okay?”

Hunter glanced over Claire’s body. “Should be fine.”

Upon arriving at the hospital, Claire was sent for examination.

She had a few bruises, minor concussions, and a fracture. She needed hospitalization.

Hunter stood outside the ward, slipping a hand into his pocket, and asked Mr. Hopkins. “She ran into the car herself, didn’t she?”

“Yes…” Mr. Hopkins replied hesitantly.

“Are there any surveillance cameras on that road?”

“Yes.” Mr. Hopkins showed a puzzled look.

Hunter’s eyes turned cold. “Go get the surveillance video. Don’t give her a chance to blackmail us.”

Mr. Hopkins gaped in shock.

These words… were too hurtful!