The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Are You Injured?

“It’s my pleasure.” Derek raised the file bag and waved it twice before turning to leave.

When he walked out of the school gate and got into the car, he opened the file bag.

Inside was a stack of brand-new English test papers.

Hmm… they looked quite important.

What punishment would James receive if he lost them?

He couldn’t wait to see that spectacle…

Derek threw the test papers aside. He held his chin and smiled happily. His face looked innocent yet was full of evil.

Late at night

The breeze was piercingly cold, the moonlight was white, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the dead branches twisted and danced in the darkness like the hands of demons.

Accompanied by the flapping of the birds’ wings, Kenny crawled into the bedroom through the window.

He was dressed fully in black, wearing a peaked cap that completely covered his face except for a pair of deep dark eyes. He had almost blended into the darkness.

Claire was lying on the bed. Her pitch-black hair was spread on the pillow, which set off her skin making it look even fairer. She frowned in her sleep and her fan-like long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks.

Kenny crept closer, and stood by the bed. He raised the dagger quietly in his hand, and brought it towards the girl’s delicate neck.

At this time, the girl suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were icy cold in the dark.

Kenny was taken aback for a moment.

In an instant, Claire suddenly lifted her leg and kicked off the dagger in his hand.

With a clatter, the dagger fell to the ground.

Claire jumped up from the bed and kicked Kenny’s chest.

She was quick to respond and extremely fast.

Caught off guard, Kenny staggered back, slamming his back against the wall.

Claire sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes narrowed. Her gaze was cold and sharp. “Who are you?”

Without a word, Kenny stood up and kicked the dagger on the ground, which turned over a few times in midair and returned to his hand.

He lunged forward, and slammed Claire down on the bed. He brought the dagger in his hand hard down.

Claire turned sideways, and the dagger stabbed the bed.

At the same time, she drew the knife from her cuff.

With a slash, the blade cut through Kenny’s arm and blood trickled down.

Before Kenny had time to pull out the dagger, he immediately backed up two steps, covering the wound, with blood leaking from his fingers.

He stared at Claire incredulously.

Everything tonight was beyond his expectation.

He frowned and was about to attack again when Claire pulled out a gun from under the pillow. She pointed the muzzle at his head, and pulled back the trigger with a click.

“If you don’t want to die, answer my question honestly.” Claire smiled but her voice was cold and dangerous.

Kenny’s back stiffened, and only his chest was heaving violently. After a moment of silence, he suddenly squatted down. He curled up, and rolled quickly on the ground.

Then, like a flexible fish, he immediately jumped out of the window.

Claire chased him with the gun in her hand, looking down through the window.

Kenny fell on the grass, covering his injured arm with one hand, and stumbled to flee. His figure quickly disappeared into the dark night.

The room fell into a dead silence again as if nothing had happened, with only the smell of blood permeating in the air.

Claire returned to the bed, tucked the gun back under the pillow, and pulled out the dagger that was still stuck in the bed.

Under the moonlight, the blade flashed a cold light on her face.

Kenny ran back to the factory and fell to the ground with a plop, stirring up choking dust.

The three people ran over and helped him up.

“What happened?”

Then they found blood on his body.

“Are you injured?!”

“She could even injure you? It seems that she’s not as simple as she looks.”

The three of them helped Kenny to sit on the cement pipe and help him bandage the wound on his arm.