The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 44: Your Face… Is So Red

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Claire’s expression remained unchanged, but she secretly clenched the knife in her cuff.

There was a sudden snap.

The street lights suddenly went out, and the surroundings plunged into darkness.

Under the moonlight, she stopped abruptly. She turned around, and kicked the person behind her in the lower abdomen. Caught off guard, the person was pushed to the corner by her.

At the same time, the knife was put against his neck.

The blade’s edge was shining with a cold glint in the dark night.

“Don’t move!”

Claire’s speed was unbelievably fast.

Her action was clean and lethal.

“Who are you? Why are you following me?”

“Your man.”

A deep low chuckle sounded above her head.

“?”

Claire raised her head.

It just so happened that the street lights turned on at this moment.

A handsome face broke into her field of vision.

It was Hunter Johnson!

He casually leaned against the corner of the wall. Seemingly trying to match Claire’s height, he had one of his long legs slightly bent. He was looking at Claire with shining eyes, and a playful smile hovered on his thin lips.

In the moonlight, his long eyelashes batted like butterfly wings, and the mole on the corner of his eye was extremely eye-catching.

For some reason, Claire remembered the kiss in the alley.

The tips of her ears became a little hot.

She shouted after enduring the shock for a moment. “Are… are you out of your mind?”

Why was he following her at night?!?

“Have you received my present?” The man suddenly asked her.

Claire was confused. “What present?”

Hunter narrowed his deep dark eyes. “You didn’t receive any text messages today?”

Text messages!!

Did he mean the dozens of ‘scam messages’ that she received during the day?

Claire frowned. “What present did you give me?”

“66 private islands, as your birthday present.” Hunter suddenly reached out to put his arm around Claire’s waist and took her into his arms

He asked her with a smile. “Do you like the present? Huh?”

His voice sounded quite cheerful.

Claire was so startled that she forgot to push him away. “… You gave me islands as a present?!”

“Yes…”

“66 islands?” Claire became vigilant. “Why?!”

Hunter chuckled. “Little fool, don’t you understand the meaning of the number 66?”

66…

What was the meaning?

If it was 99, she might be able to understand it.

“What a fool! The meaning of 66 is, of course…” Hunter hugged Claire tightly and suddenly turned around.

He pressed her against the corner of the wall. Then he leaned down and his neck almost touched the blade. He leaned close to her ear and whispered. “That… wish you all the best…”

“…”

As if being hit in the head, Claire was speechless.

Wish you all the best?!

After quite a while, she said coldly, “Take them back. I don’t need them.”

The man raised his eyebrows. “I, Hunter Johnson, will never take back anything I’ve given away.”

Lunatic!

Claire finally remembered to struggle. “Let me go.”

At this moment, Hunter suddenly cupped her cheeks with both hands and forced her to look at him.

Looking into her eyes, he said word by word, “Little thing, happy birthday.”

In an instant, Claire’s heart pounded hard.

He was the first person who said ‘Happy Birthday’ to her today.

And he was probably the only one.

Claire suddenly clenched her hands, completely at a loss.

“Wait a minute…”

At this moment, Hunter narrowed his eyes, leaned closer and closer to her, and asked her suspiciously. “Why is your face … so red?”

“Go away!” Claire suddenly kicked on his knee.

She rushed back to The Smiths’ mansion in a huff. As soon as she entered her bedroom, her phone rang.

The moment the call got through, Gallon shouted at the other end of the line. “Oh, I forgot… Claire, happy birthday!”

“Too late. Get lost!”

With a snap, the call was disconnected.

On the other side, Gallon stared at the phone with a dazed expression.

What happened?

Did she eat dynamite? Why was she so grumpy?

After taking a shower, Claire hadn’t wiped her hair yet. With a towel on her shoulders, she sat on the bed and turned on her phone.

Then, she removed the number from the blacklist.