The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
/ The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 91 – Don't Mess Around, Sister–In–Law
Derek was so scared that his little heart trembled. He held his ears and almost knelt down. “My dear sister-in-law, I was wrong. I didn't mean to lie to you. I didn't know you would be my deskmate in the beginning.”
Sister-in-law? Did he call her that because of Hunter?
Claire squinted at Hunter. “You knew about it too?”
Hunter pursed his thin lips and shook his head calmly. “No.”
“Hunter! You…” Derek was about to collapse.
How could he do this to him?!
Mr. Hopkins walked in from outside. “Young Master Derek, Miss Claire! You're going to be late for school.”
“I'll settle this account with you slowly.” Claire gave a wicked smile to Derek, put a hand into her pocket, and walked out of the door casually.
Derek hurriedly chased behind her.
On the way to school, sitting in the car, he cupped his face with both hands and leaned in front of Claire with a fawning smile. “Sister-in-law, don't be angry. I apologize. Or do you have anything you want to buy? Let me buy it for you, okay?”
This was the best way to please a woman!
Claire's fingertips gently slid across the car window. She opened her eyelids and glanced at the boy. In a ruthless voice, she said, “I want you to get the hell out.”
“Huh, well…”
Derek opened his mouth and was about to say something, when suddenly, a deafening gunshot sound emerged from the bottom of the car.
Immediately after, the car began to shudder violently.
Claire held the seat and frowned. “Mr. Hopkins, what happened?”
Mr. Hopkins spun the steering wheel sharply, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was harsh.
“A bullet shot through the tire, and the car is out of control!”
Obviously, the car had deviated from the route, like a frightened snake, scurrying on the road and banging into other cars.
The front of the car was really crooked by now. It was about to hit a big tree on the roadside, and the car would overturn soon.
Claire got up in the back seat. “Mr. Hopkins, sit in the co-pilot.”
Mr. Hopkins looked back at her in surprise. “Miss Claire, you are…”
“Sister-in-law, don't mess around!” Derek grabbed her hem tightly.
Claire was a little irritable. “Hurry up, if you don't want to die!”
At this critical moment, Mr. Hopkins had an inexplicable trust in Claire and moved to the co-pilot seat obediently.
Claire supported the back of the chair with both hands, leaped forward, and flexibly jumped from the back seat to the driver's seat.
She sat down steadily and said, “Fasten your seatbelt.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring coldly through the glass. Her calm eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without any ripple.
Just when the car was about to hit the tree trunk…
Claire controlled the steering wheel with one hand, shifted gears with the other, and pressed her foot on the gas.
The front of the car cocked up at this moment and rubbed past the tree trunk. It tilted to the left before it landed heavily on the ground. A collision was avoided, and the damaged car came back onto the road.
“Holy sh*t!” Derek was dumbfounded. “The car… the car was flying!”
Mr. Hopkins also looked at Claire in disbelief.
In the sunlight, the girl's profile was cold and resolute and her eyes were firm.
She was obviously very skilled in driving.
Claire's foot switched smoothly back and forth between the accelerator and brake. She glanced at the instrument panel and was a little relieved.
The speed was gradually decreasing.
“Ahead… there is a big truck ahead!” Derek suddenly screamed.
Claire frowned irritably. “If you make any noise again, I will throw you out!”
Derek immediately covered his mouth.
Claire stretched her head out of the car window and glanced around. The gust of wind roared and messed up her hair.
Although the car was already slowing down, the speed was still too fast. The front lane was filled with cars. No matter in which direction she turned the vehicle, it would collide, and collide really bad.
The only way out was…
Chapter end
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