The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

At the moment Ann touched her, Claire shook off her hand as if being electrocuted. Then she turned her eyes to Ann coldly, looking a bit angry.

She had never liked the touch of others.

Ann turned pale with fright at this look.

“What’s the matter?” Claire asked coldly.

Remembering her purpose, Ann raised the necklace in her hand and said angrily, “You broke my necklace!”

The pearl of the necklace broke into two halves.

Not interested in wasting time on her, Claire asked her. “How much is it? I’ll pay you.”

“Pay me?!” Ann sneered. “Can you afford to pay? There are only three of these Blood Amber Pearls in the West Continent. How much money can you pay?!”

Her sharp voice attracted many onlookers.

A glimmer of cold light flashed through Claire’s eyes.

Is she here to make trouble?

“So what do you want?”

Ann said righteously, “You must compensate me in full!”

Claire had arms around her chest, leaned against the wall casually, and sneered. “You want me to compensate you but insist that I can’t afford that. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? Besides, you slammed into me and broke the necklace yourself. If you want to scold someone, you should scold yourself. If you bump into a telephone pole on the road, will you scold the telephone pole for not having eyes?”

“You…” Speechless, Ann deliberately yelled loudly. “You broke my necklace but refuse to pay for it!”

There were gradually murmurs around.

Ann grew even more arrogant. “That’s the way it is with your country bumpkins, isn’t it? Vulgar, poor and shameless. Poor little thing, I’m afraid you’ll be scared to death if I tell you the price of my necklace!”

Everyone looked at Claire with contempt.

“I heard that country people are just like this, and they will even steal!”

“Look at her, dressed like this for the banquet.”

“No matter how beautiful a dress is, it will become a rag when worn on her body. Temperament is a thing that… can’t be changed easily.”

“Just pay the money and get lost!”

“I think she has no money to pay. Maybe she can go down on her knees and beg for mercy.”

Ann raised her head high and smiled triumphantly.

She couldn’t wait to see Claire cry in shame and beg for her mercy.

“I’ll pay for her.”

At this time, a deep, low voice rang, which was extremely magnetic, cold yet sexy and would make any girl blush.

Everyone looked at the source of the voice.

From the distance, Hunter walked over slowly.

He was wearing a black shirt, which made his skin look even fairer. With chiseled and noble features, he looked like a handsome vampire in the legend. The tear shaped mole under his eyelid added a touch of temptation to his appearance.

His long legs wrapped in suit trousers were walking over elegantly.

When people saw him, however, they scattered away as if seeing plague.

They hid as far as they could.

Claire rolled her eyes.

It was him again.

Hunter stopped and glanced at Claire beside him.

Hmm… The little thing didn’t look very good. She must be terrified.

He glanced at Ann, his deep dark eyes even more dangerous than abyss.

“Necklace, how much?”

Ann looked flustered and stuttered. “The necklace is… is…”

The man frowned, raised his chin, and said in a condescending manner, “No matter how much your necklace is, I’ll buy it for three hundred million.”

Everyone gasped in shock, doubting whether there was a problem with their ears.

How much did he say?

Three hundred million?!

Seriously?

Even if the Johnsons were very wealthy, they didn’t have to spend three hundred million to buy a stupid necklace, did they?

Claire narrowed her confused eyes. Is this guy crazy?

Hunter raised her eyebrows and looked at Claire.

Look, the little thing was so excited that she was at a loss of words.

“Mr. Hopkins, transfer the money into her account.”

Mr. Hopkins coughed awkwardly, leaned into Hunter’s ear, and hesitated for a while before he whispered. “Mr. Johnson, there isn’t three hundred million… in your card.”

“…”