The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The shooting competition was finally over.

Only Claire and Hunter hit the target every time without a miss.

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Moreover, Claire took first place in all the remaining games.

The audience cheered her more and more loudly. By the end of it, everyone was talking about her, and their feelings for her changed from contempt to admiration.

School infirmary

The school doctor Mary Davis was looking through the files. “Derek, why do you sprain your foot every time there is a sports meet at school?”

Derek cupped his face with his hands, blinked, and cracked a sweet smile. “Mary, I know you will help me. My beautiful and kind Mary, please issue a certificate for me. I’ll buy you a cup of milk tea, okay?”

He tilted his head, his curly hair exuded a dazzling luster in the sun. He looked just like a cute little sheep.

Mary couldn’t resist this handsome face. She sighed. “Fine, I’ll issue the certificate for you…”

After writing the note, she looked up and suddenly spotted James appearing behind Derek. She immediately lunged to her feet and blushed.

“Hi… Mr. Walker!”

Derek turned his head only to see James walking in from the door.

His smile disappeared and he scowled, feeling irritable.

Why did he keep running into this bastard?

James walked up to Derek and smiled. “Dr. Davis, I’m here to get some sleeping pills.”

Mary hurriedly took out the medicine from the drawer and handed it to him.

James took it and thanked her, and when he turned to leave, he glanced at Derek’s plastered foot.

Mary sat down again and handed the certificate to Derek. “Why don’t your family members come to accompany you in the activities?”

James had walked to the door when he suddenly heard her words. He stopped and turned his head slowly. He looked at Derek, but could only see the fluffy back of the young man’s head.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

The sports competition was coming to an end, and beyond everyone’s expectations, the student ranked number one this year was Claire.

The audience cheered.

“Claire was so handsome when she was shooting!”

“I think she looked the coolest in the high jump. Her posture was so graceful and her jumping ability was amazing!”

“Huh? Where’s Claire?”

Only then did everyone find that Claire had disappeared.

Director Miller searched all over the school but still couldn’t find Claire.

On the other side

Claire flung her jacket on her shoulders, put her hands into her pockets, and walked out of the school gate casually. Under the setting sun, she looked thin yet proud. There was something wanton and unrestrained about her.

A car was parked outside the school, and Gallon was leaning against the car.

Claire walked over and opened the door.

There was suddenly a screech of brakes, and she looked back.

A Maybach came next to her. In the car, Hunter tilted his head and narrowed his deep dark eyes.

“Get in the car.” He said in a commanding tone.

Gallon chuckled. “Don’t bother. I can take Claire home.

Hunter glanced at his car and said casually, “No, you can’t.”

Gallon frowned.

He didn’t know what he meant.

Hunter suddenly opened the car door, put his arm around Claire’s waist. He dragged her into the car, and put her on his lap. Then as if afraid that she would be snatched from him, he held her tightly in his arms.

“Mr. Hopkins, drive.”

The next second, the car drove away.

Gallon rolled his eyes.

Idiot…

He turned around and got into the car, about to leave, only to find his car stalled and the dashboard kept flashing red.

What happened?

Gallon got out of the car and found that a tire was flat.

He almost exploded with anger. “Fuck, which idiot pierced my car tire!”