The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 256: You Like Hunter?!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Before Hunter could refuse, she directly opened the car door and sat down opposite the man.

Hunter frowned and tilted his head not to look at her, feeling a little irritated. “What do you want to say?”

Phoebe’s smile was bashful and she said shyly, “I heard that you’ve recovered.”

But he responded with silence.

Hunter pursed his lips and didn’t seem to intend to speak.

Phoebe had no choice but to continue. “In fact, I admired you a long time ago. At that time, everyone said that you were a psycho, but I didn’t feel that way at all. And I was engaged to you. I always thought that I could marry you as I hoped. I didn’t expect… Claire was suddenly brought home, and she snatched the marriage contract…”

As she said this, she choked up, tears bursting from her eyes. She cried as beautifully as a flower in the rain.

Hunter finally turned his eyes to Phoebe.

His eyes were cold and his thin lips curled up contemptuously. He said slowly, “If I remember correctly, Claire is the biological daughter of the Smiths. The one who is engaged to me is supposed to be her. She just took back what belonged to her, and you call that ‘snatching’?”

Phoebe’s crying sound stopped abruptly and she raised her head with a jerk, looking at the man in panic.

Hunter looked disgusted. “And I hate women crying. You can get out of the car now.”

Phoebe was driven out of the car mercilessly.

She walked to an empty corner, wiped away her tears, and stomped her feet with anger.

“Hey! White lotus!”

At this time, there was a roar behind her.

She turned her head only to see Dora rush over and snap. “I am warning you to stay away from Hunter Johnson. Don’t covet someone you’re not worthy of, OK? Don’t be so shameless!”

Phoebe flushed and sneered. “What? Do you like Hunter too? Does Claire know it?”

“It’s none of your business. I only know that you like him, but he doesn’t like you at all. Why do you always want to steal another woman’s man? You shameless little b*tch!” Dora said provocatively.

Phoebe suddenly clenched her fists. “It’s none of your business who I like and what I want to do, OK? Just go lick Claire’s boots!”

Dora bared her teeth. “I’m telling you, Hunter is Claire’s man! They’re perfect for each other. Jealous? Mad? You pathetic little bitch!”

“Ahhh…” Phoebe screamed crazily. “Do you want to fight?”

“Come on, do you think I’m afraid of you?!” Dora raised her fist, making a gesture to punch her.

“Dora!”

A man’s call suddenly sounded behind her.

Dora turned her head and saw Rick. She hurriedly put down her fist, stood up straight, blinked, and put on a sweet, cute smile in a second.

“Rickie…”

Rick stepped over and looked a little unhappy. “What are you doing?”

Phoebe glared at Dora and left angrily.

Dora punched at Phoebe’s receding figure and then threw herself into Rick’s arms, laughing happily.

Rick pushed her away mercilessly.

Dora twisted her fingers and widened her big clear eyes, saying aggrievedly. “Rickie, what’s wrong with you…”

Rick frowned, his expression a little weird. “You… do you like Hunter?!”

“Yes!” Dora replied flatly without even a hint of hesitation.