The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Claire smiled politely. “No, they suit my appetite.”

Hunter sat down opposite her, and a servant brought him a small plate of vegetables.

Why did he eat alone?

Claire pointed to the enriched dishes in front of her and asked. “You don’t eat any of this?”

Mr. Hopkins replied. “Mr. Johnson can’t eat meat.”

Claire narrowed her eyes slightly. “Allergies?”

“Not really. He throws up after eating meat.”

Vomit?

What was wrong with him?

After dinner, the servants cleaned up the guest room.

“It’s cold at night. I specially prepared a duvet for you. If you still feel cold, please tell me.”

Claire nodded slightly.

“Are you afraid?” Hunter had changed into loose pajamas, and his collar was slightly tilted, revealing his delicate collarbone.

He was leaning lazily against the wall, a hand in his pocket. “If you dare not sleep alone, I can accompany you.

“Get lost.” Claire walked into the room and slammed the door.

Hunter frowned and was a bit annoyed. “Humph, don’t call me if you cry at night.”

Downstairs, the servants hid in the corner, peeking toward the second floor.

“Miss Claire is really good-looking.”

“And she is also very polite.”

“I just heard her say ‘get lost’ to Mr. Johnson. She’s so cute…”

“If Miss Claire marries Mr. Johnson, it will be fun.”

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The Harris’ house.

A cry broke the silence of the night.

“Cousin-in-law, you must avenge me… Uuuuu…”

Glen Harris paced back and forth in the hall, pointing at Helen and Vivian on the sofa and shouting angrily. “How dare you two mess up with the Johnsons?!”

“Honey, look how hard that girl beat Bob. How could I just ignore it?” Vivian took off Bob’s pants. The white and tender buttocks were covered with bruises. Then, she unbuttoned his shirt and loosened the collar. There was a circle of pinching marks, which looked very scary.

Helen wept out loud. “Bob is only eight years old. Although he is a bit naughty, he is just a child. Did that girl have to beat him so hard? What if he had a sequelae… Cousin-in-law, if you don’t help me, I can only die with her!”

With that said, she picked up Bob and was about to rush out.

Vivian hurriedly stopped her and walked up to Glen’s side.

She hooked his arm affectionately, and said tenderly, “Yes, the Johnsons are powerful, but Simon Johnson is no longer in the political circle and his son, Hunter Johnson is an idiot. You are now the Deputy Minister of the Military and Political Affairs and will soon be promoted. Why are you afraid of the Johnsons? Besides, we don’t want to make enemies with the Johnsons. We just want to teach that girl a lesson!”

Hearing her mention his upcoming promotion, Glen coughed, sorted out his clothes, and looked somewhat proud. “Is that girl really so bad?”

Helen wiped the tears on the corners of her eyes. “She is very sharp-tongued and violent, and… and she even said…”

“Say what?” Glen asked coldly.

Helen lowered her head and said pitifully, “She said… even if you were to go to her, she will beat the hell out of you.”

“How dare she?” Glen yelled. “That’s outrageous. I’d like to see how she is gonna beat the hell out of me!”

Vivian pursed her red lips, secretly smiled, and cast a triumphant look at Helen.

Helen smiled and nodded.