The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Mr. Walker, I’ll Protect You

The guy was lying prostrate on the hillside, using a pistol as a sniper rifle to snipe two people at once. This video went viral on the Internet, and even professional game clubs wanted to find this person.

No one knew Little Darling Derek was Derek yet except Claire.

Derek leaned in front of Claire. “Claire, you are famous now. Many people are looking for you. Will you show up?”

Claire stretched out her hand towards Derek. “Give me the phone.”

Derek obediently handed it to her.

Claire fiddled with his phone for a while before returning it to him.

Derek was confused. “What did you do to my phone?”

Claire said casually, “I have strengthened your account to prevent them from searching for you and finding your IP address.”

Derek’s eyes almost popped out.

Claire was awesome!

After school.

Derek came to the rooftop.

Larry bit his straw and drank Coke. “Hey, how are your progress with Mr. Walker?”

“Not very good.” Derek found a chair and sat down.

Jack laughed and said, “Are you kidding me? Haven’t you succeeded yet?”

Larry curled his lips. “Mr. Walker is 28 years old. He should have had many boyfriends. He’s indeed a hard bone to chew.”

Having had many boyfriends. These words made Derek feel inexplicably irritable.

“Hey, do me a favor.”

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It was getting late, and James drove home.

He lived in an old neighborhood, which was remote and didn’t have many residents.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Something hit his windshield.

He immediately stepped on the brakes and got out of the car to check.

It was a stone.

At this time, a group of little ruffians with sticks rushed out from all directions to surround him.

James narrowed his eyes, his expression calm. “Do you want money?”

He took out a few banknotes from his wallet.

The head ruffian cursed. “Do you think we’re beggars? We don’t want money. We just want to beat you up!”

“You wanna fight, right?” James cracked a gentle smile. He took off his coat unhurriedly and slid it on the car. He untied his collar and cuffs gracefully.

“What are you doing!”

In the dark, a grumpy voice sounded.

It was Derek.

He suddenly ran over and stood in front of James. “Don’t be afraid, Mr. Walker, I will protect you.”

“Well…”

Before James could say anything, he saw Derek rushing up.

He was skillful in fighting and knocked down this group of people at the fastest speed.

A little ruffian sneaked behind James, raised his stick, and slammed it at him.

“Mr. Walker!”

Derek suddenly rushed forward, shielding James, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the stick.

The stick hit his arm hard.

Derek groaned, his face pale.

Holding Derek who was about to fall, James lifted his foot and knocked the little ruffian to the ground.

The little ruffians fled.

James helped Derek into the car.

“Go to the hospital.”

Derek exuded cold sweat on his forehead and suddenly shouted. “No, no, I am most afraid of the hospital. I don’t want to go there!”

“…”

James looked at Derek’s arm.

After a moment of silence, he said, “Then go to my home.”

Derek’s eyes lit up.

The car stopped in front of an old building.

James supported Derek to the third floor and took out the key to open the anti-theft door.

The room was simply decorated, clean and cozy. There was a fresh fragrance in the air.

Just like its owner, James.