The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Mr. Hopkins was annoyed. “Mr. Johnson, Miss Claire is not such a person.”

She became like this… because she wanted to protect him!

Hunter glanced sharply at Mr. Hopkins, and said in a warning tone, “Are you defying my order?”

The violent aura that the man exuded made people tremble.

Mr. Hopkins lowered his head and said nothing.

——

In the evening, just after school.

Derek took his workbook and walked into the teachers’ office.

James looked at his arm first. “Does it still hurt?”

“It has been hurting all the time. I can’t even move it.” The boy groaned, put the workbook in front of James, and said unceremoniously, “Mr. Walker, help me finish my homework, OK?”

James chuckled. “Has Little Overlord ever been afraid of skipping his homework?”

Derek blinked. “I’ve decided to study hard because of Mr. Walker!”

How could he say something so seductive with such an innocent expression?

James hurriedly looked away, and coughed awkwardly. He opened the workbook in front of him. “Solve the problems yourself, and I will write the answers for you.”

Derek happily sat down beside him.

Half an hour later, James put down his pen and returned the workbook to Derek. “OK, it’s done. I should get off work now.”

Derek propped his head and stared straight at the man, not thinking about the homework at all.

“Mr. Walker, let’s go to the parking lot.”

James picked up his coat on the chair. “My car has been sent for repair. I haven’t been driving lately.”

“Come on, let’s go!” Derek narrowed his foxy eyes and smiled mysteriously. “There is a surprise!”

James paused. “What?”

“I won’t tell you now. You’ll find out when you go there!” Derek dragged James out.

James wanted to struggle but was afraid of touching his arm.

When he came to the parking lot, he looked up only to see a Maserati parked in front. It was classic gray with a streamlined body, particularly eye-catching.

A car key suddenly dangled in front of his eyes.

Derek smiled. “Does it look good? It’s for you.”

James seemed to be nonchalant and his eyes behind the lenses darkened slightly. “I’ve got a car. I don’t need it.”

Derek didn’t expect that he would refuse.

“But your car broke down, didn’t it?”

James smiled. “Just the windshield is broken. It can be easily fixed.”

Derek frowned and didn’t quite understand. “Isn’t it better to replace the broken car with a new one?”

James looked at the teenager seriously. “Even if I want to change it, I will buy it myself. Okay, take your car back.”

With that, he turned and left.

Derek clenched the key in his hand, and after a while, he threw the key into the trash can.

Fine if you don’t want it!

On the other side, in the hospital.

Claire sat on the hospital bed with one leg in a plaster cast, hanging from the end of the bed. Expressionless, she was fiddling with the laptop attentively.

At this time, her phone rang.

It was from Joe.

“Claire, where are you? I heard you asked for leave.”

“Hospital.” Claire tilted her head, clamped the phone to her ear with her shoulder, and continued to tap on the keyboard.

Joe was surprised. “Huh? Why did you go to the hospital? Are you ill?”

“Come here first. Remember to bring your laptop.”

“Okay!”

Before long, Joe and the others had arrived at the ward and gathered around Claire.

Chuck stretched out his hand and knocked the plaster on Claire’s leg. “Did you get a fracture?”

Joe hurriedly asked. “Is your hand okay?”

“Yes.”

Hearing this, Joe heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s great. That means you can still play games.”