The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

With the support of her cousin, Helen was no longer afraid and stood up holding Bob. “Mr. Johnson, we didn’t bully her. Instead, she bullied my baby. As a mother, I must seek justice for my child. I hope you can understand.”

Hunter narrowed his deep dark eyes. Suddenly, he reached out to put his arm around Claire’s waist, and picked her up holding her ass with one hand.

Exactly the same way as Helen held Bob.

Claire subconsciously hooked the man’s neck for fear of falling off, and her back stiffened.

Hunter stared at Helen coldly. He raised his thin lips, and chuckled contemptuously. “Are you looking down upon me? Your baby is a baby, but my little thing is also my baby.”

“…”

The corners of everyone’s mouth twitched.

Such a big baby?

Hunter looked away and seemed to disdain giving Helen another look. “As a mother? I…”

Claire covered Hunter’s mouth in time, fearing that he would say that I am also a mother.

From what she knew of him, he was definitely capable of saying something like that!

Hunter turned his eyes to look at Claire and stayed silent for a few seconds. Suddenly a sly gleam flashed from the bottom of his eyes, and he pouted and kissed her palm.

The warm touch was so itchy that Claire retracted her hand instantly as if experiencing an electric shock.

Hunter stretched out a finger and scratched her chin like teasing a kitten and the smile on his face spread even wider. “Baby, let’s go.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the gate holding Claire.

“Well…”

He just took Claire away?!

Ada was dumbstruck.

Vivian glared at Ada fiercely. “Great! Let’s wait and see!”

Then she left angrily in high heels.

“Cousin! Wait for me!” Helen held Bob and hurriedly chased after her.

Outside, the sun was shining, making Claire’s eyes a little sour.

She subconsciously narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, her vision blurred in the halo.

Being held in this way by Hunter, she recalled how she was held in her mother’s arms like this when she was a child.

She murmured suddenly. “Everyone has a mother.”

But she didn’t, anymore.

Hunter held her into the car, put her on his lap, then held the girl’s small face with his wide palms, and checked it carefully.

“So pale? Terrified?”

Claire didn’t say a word. She didn’t want to talk with a fool.

Um… the little thing was so scared that she couldn’t even speak.

He could imagine how pitiful and helpless she was with so many people bullying her.

Fortunately, he arrived in time.

Thinking of this, Hunter smiled in satisfaction.

The car drove to the Johnsons’ villa and stopped.

Hunter held Claire out of the car.

Claire looked around and frowned. “Why did you bring me to your house?”

Hunter was surprised. “Of course I should bring you here. Would you dare to go back? Just say it if you’re scared. Don’t pretend to be strong all the time.”

Scared?

Why should she be scared?

As they approached the gate, servants swarmed forward.

Claire, who was still held in Hunter’s arms, was suddenly seized by a burst of shame and immediately covered her face with her hand.

“Shall we prepare dinner?” A servant asked.

Hunter nodded slightly, and gently put Claire on the sofa. He picked up the remote control, and threw it into her arms.

“Watch TV when you’re bored. The 17th channel is an anime channel.”

“…”

Claire switched to Channel One to watch the news.

Soon, the dishes were served.

“It’s dinner time.” Hunter reached out, intending to pick up Claire.

Claire lunged to her feet with a swish and sprinted to the table.

The servant pulled out a chair for her and whispered. “I guess you like light-flavored dishes, so the dishes are mild in taste. If you don’t like it, we’ll change the dishes for you.”