The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Chapter 14

Chapter 14: You Are The Boss

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Feasting and revelry continued in the nightclub.

Enduring her disgust, Claire finally found the room. She raised her foot gently, and kicked the door open.

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Lying on the sofa, Tom and his men raised their heads and saw the girl standing at the door. She was expressionless and cold-eyed, with her usual overwhelming aura.

After a long pause, they realized that their prey had walked in.

Tom immediately stood up to greet her. “Hi, Claire, you finally came.”

Then, he winked at his men.

These people immediately picked up the liquor one after another, ready to make her drink.

Bitch, you’re dead meat!

Claire walked in and glanced at the bottles on the coffee table.

As soon as she was seated, Tom pushed all the bottles of liquor in front of her.

“These are the wines which I specially prepared for you.”

His words were full of ill intentions.

“Claire, which bottle do you want to try first?”

Claire raised her brows. “It doesn’t matter.”

Tom didn’t bother to waste any more time. He planned to get this bitch drunk as soon as possible. A ferocious gleam flashed across his eyes, and he picked the bottle with the highest alcohol content.

As he was about to pour the liquor into the cup, Claire suddenly stopped him.

Tom looked at her in surprise. “Claire, you…”

Without a word, Claire grabbed the wine bottle from his hand. She arched her beautiful neck, and poured the liquor directly into her mouth.

Everyone was shocked.

What the hell was she doing?!

Soon, the wine bottle was emptied. Without even blinking, Claire stared at Tom, her clear beautiful eyes defiant.

Damn it, was this bitch so good at drinking?

Not to be outdone, Tom picked up a bottle of liquor and poured the liquor into his mouth, and his men followed suit as well.

After a few rounds, everyone was drunk, except for Claire who sat on the sofa casually.

Tom lay on the ground, vomiting hard. His former arrogance was missing from his current demeanor.

Claire grabbed the collar of a random man and poured liquor into his mouth.

The man was dizzy, crying and begging for mercy. “Please… I can’t drink anymore. You are the boss. Please let me go… boohoo…”

Claire said coldly, “If you don’t want to drink anymore, tell me honestly what is your purpose of calling me over?”

The man shut his mouth tightly.

“You don’t want to tell me? Very good, it seems that you haven’t drunk enough.” Claire picked up another bottle.

“No, no, I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you…” The man hurriedly said, “Boss wants to get you drunk… strip off your clothes, take nude photos of you and post them on the Internet because… you dared to bully Princess Phoebe…”

Sure enough… It’s because of Phoebe.

Claire narrowed her eyes and smiled.

The camera was on the coffee table.

She picked up the camera, and walked straight to Tom. She kicked him with her toes, and then bent down to tear open his clothes.

After a few seconds of silence, Claire straightened up, and walked out of the room. She called a male bartender over, and handed him the camera along with a large amount of cash.

She pointed to the room behind her. “Do me a favor.”

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The night wind was piercingly cold. After finishing up this matter, Claire had just walked out of the nightclub gate when a black shadow suddenly popped up, and she ran into a wall of flesh head-on.

Taking two steps back, she looked up, and the man’s handsome face broke into her field of vision.

Hunter?

Claire was surprised but remained expressionless. She stepped aside to go around him.

Suddenly, her wrist was clasped.

The man’s low deep voice rang above her head.

“You even followed me here?”

Claire turned to look at the man, only to see his deep eyes, like a huge spider web, firmly imprisoning her like prey.

“What do you mean?”

Hunter’s thin, blade-like lips raised slightly, and he extended his hand to pinch Claire’s chin. “Stop playing innocent! Who do you think you can fool with your clumsy acting skills?”

Claire gritted her teeth and fought back her anger.

This man was sick. She would just ignore him!

“Huh? Why don’t you speak?” Hunter rubbed Claire’s cheek with his fingertips.

With an arrogant look, he said casually, “I can understand how desperately you want my love, but I have to remind you, what we’ll have is nothing but an arranged marriage, and you have no right to interfere in my private life.”

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Damn, she couldn’t bear it anymore!

Claire kicked the man’s knee and pushed him away, turning around to leave.

However, as soon as she took a step, she was hugged from behind.