The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 38

Chapter 38: More Miserable Than Cinderella

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Tea lounge

Hunter took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, yelling furiously. “There isn’t even 300 million dollars in my card?! Are you kidding ?!”

Mr. Hopkins reminded him politely. “Did you forget? Last ti you talked back to your father, he froze your funds in a fit of anger.”

“I talked back to him?” Hunter was so angry that his chest was heaving violently. “I just asked him to call Big Brother. Was that too much?!”

You asked your father to call you Big Brother.

Wasn’t that too much?

Rembering what had happened just now, Hunter frowned and said coldly, “Why did the little thing co to the banquet dressed like that?”

Mr. Hopkins nodded in agreent. “It was not quite appropriate.”

“Is this the point?!” Hunter gave Mr. Hopkins a sideways glance. “The point is that the Smiths are not even willing to prepare a dress for her! Even Cinderella has a pair of crystal shoes, and the little thing is more miserable than Cinderella!”

Mr. Hopkins pursed his mouth to stifle a laugh.

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Late at night, Adam sent Claire back to the Smiths’ mansion.

Phoebe stood in front of the studio’s window, staring at Claire downstairs. Putting her cell phone against her ear, she tentatively asked her. “Ann, you didn’t do anything to her, right?”

On the other end of the line, Ann spluttered. “I had planned to teach her a lesson, but it was ruined by Hunter Johnson!”

Phoebe frowned. “Was he there too?”

“Yeah! It’s said that he has a brain disease, and it is true! He actually offered to buy my necklace for three hundred million dollars. Was he out of his mind? By the way… you’re engaged to him, aren’t you?”

The Smiths hadn’t told others that they planned to make Claire marry Hunter in Phoebe’s place.

“Hmm…” Phoebe replied perfunctorily.

“You haven’t t Hunter, have you?”

“No.” After a pause, Phoebe asked. “Is he good-looking?”

Ann smiled shyly. “Yes… super handso!”

Upon hearing this, Phoebe felt a little uncomfortable.

But then she thought that even Ann said that he was out of his mind, so Claire would suffer if she married him.

Lance Middle School.

Just after the morning class, the classroom was full of yawning mouths.

The gossip king suddenly stuck his head from outside the window. “The latest news, there is a new English teacher in our class. He is super hot!”

His words instantly caused an uproar.

“How handso is he?”

The gossip king was shy. “So handso that even I want to marry him. The charm of a mature man… Help… I simply can’t resist that charm!”

All the students laughed out loud.

The English class representative raised his hand and said excitedly, “I can prove what he said is true! I saw it with my own eyes when I passed by the principal’s office today. He is tall and handso and has just returned from abroad. He is 28 years old. And most importantly… he’s single!”

“Wow!”

The girls cheered excitedly.

The class bell rang, and everyone looked at the door.

Under the expectant stares, a tall and slender figure walked into the classroom.

The students stared at the man dumbstruck, and after a second of silence, screams filled the room.

The man on the podium, wearing a white shirt with cuffs rolled up, revealed his muscular arm.

His hair was jet black, his features were chiseled, and there was a pair of gold-rimd glasses on his nose.

Gentle, elegant and attractive, he was the kind of man that every girl dread of.

He picked up the chalk with his long, slender fingers and turned to write on the blackboard. Under the sunshine, through his thin clothes, his sexy body was looming.

His back was straight, his waist was narrow and his legs were long.

He wrote his na on the blackboard — Jas Walker.

Looking at the students, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and cracked a gentle smile.

This man was literally every girl’s dream.