The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Mr. Johnson, Do You Still Remember Me?

On Tuesday, Claire came back from school.

She took a jacket and stuffed it into her school bag, and then put in bread and mineral water before she went out again with the school bag on her back.

Ada stood on the second floor and didn’t return to Phoebe’s room until Claire’s figure disappeared completely.

Phoebe was trying on an evening dress.

In a long blue dress, her curves were highlighted beautifully. Her long seaweed-like hair hung down her chest, setting off her snow-white skin. Her dress had a slit on the side, revealing her fair and slender legs.

Wearing light makeup, the girl’s beautiful face looked even more charming. Under her beautiful eyebrows, her eyes were as bright as black onyx.

“Mom, am I looking good?”

She turned around in front of the mirror, and her dress fluttered like flowers.

Ada walked over and cupped Phoebe’s small face with her hands, feeling proud from the bottom of her heart. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

How could Hunter not like her daughter who was excellent?

Night fell.

Claire got into Gallon’s car.

“Call me when we arrive.”

She put the seat down and lay down to doze.

After quite a while, the ride became bumpy.

Awakened, Claire narrowed her sleepy eyes and pressed down the car window to look out.

Under the moonlight, there was a large wheat field outside, bathed in a golden glow. The tips of the wheat shook with the breeze, and the shadows of the mountains stretched in the distance. Several low houses were interlaced, and there were noises from dogs and cocks intermittently.

The dirt road in the country was very narrow, full of stones and mud pits.

It was hard to drive on such a road, so Gallon simply parked his car on the edge of a field.

Claire picked up her school bag and jumped out of the car.

Gallon turned on the flashlight and stretched out his hand towards Claire. “Hold my hand.”

“Get lost.”

Claire passed him by and strode forward.

Gallon shouted from behind. “Slow down, I won’t marry you if you fall and injure your face.”

The two came to a vegetable garden, in front of which there was a newly built brick house.

The owner of the vegetable garden was an old granny who lived alone.

Gallon had been sponsoring her.

He had paid for the newly-built house too.

Every time he came, the granny would enthusiastically pull him into the house, entertaining him with delicious food, and didn’t let him work.

So Gallon could only call over Claire and secretly helped her plant the land at night.

Claire threw her school bag on the ridge, and took out a head rope from her pocket. She held it in her mouth, pulled her hair up, and tied it into a bun.

Then, she rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs.

“Take it.”

Gallon threw a rake to Claire.

Claire caught it accurately.

The two began to dig the soil.

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Outside the banquet hall, a Maybach was parked.

Hunter leaned on the side of the car. He was dressed in a handmade custom suit, which outlined his tall, brawny figure.

He didn’t wear a tie, and the buttons on his collar were open, revealing his sexy Adam’s apple.

He tilted his head, and lowered his eyes. His chiseled features were indifferent, revealing a fatal sense of abstinence.

“Hasn’t she arrived yet?”

His voice was extremely cold.

Mr. Hopkins glanced at his watch.

The Smiths told him that he didn’t need to pick up Miss Claire, so they came to the banquet hall first.

But they had been waiting for a long time and Miss Claire still didn’t come.

“Mr. Johnson.”

At this time, a soft voice broke the silence.

Hunter turned his head, only to see that in the distance, a girl wearing a maxi dress was walking gracefully towards him.

Phoebe walked up to Hunter, stared at him with her bright eyes, and quickly bowed her head shyly.

“Well… do you remember me?”

Hunter only glanced at her with an indifferent expression, and a gleam of impatience flickered in his eyes.

He didn’t know this woman, nor did he have any impression of her.

But Mr. Hopkins found her a little familiar.