The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 151 - Investigate A Person For Me

Chapter 151: Investigate A Person For Me

In fact, Claire wasn’t completely sure. She said this just to see if she could trick some information out of him.
Sure enough, Derek panicked for a moment.
It was a fleeting expression but was still keenly caught by Claire.
Soon, he asked as if he didn’t know anything. “Huh? Claire, are you kidding me?”
Claire calmly watched the boy pretend. Her voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. “Is the real Hunter Johnson dead?”
“Ouch!” Derek suddenly clutched his stomach. “I want to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it back anymore. Let’s talk later. Goodbye Claire!”
With that, he ran away.
Claire took out her cell phone and dialed a number.
“Jerry, help me investigate someone.”
A man’s voice rang on the phone. “Who?”
“Hunter Johnson.”
Claire emailed the information about the special-effect medicine to Noah.
Early in the morning, she went downstairs carrying her schoolbag.
Without eating breakfast, she walked out the door but was suddenly stopped.
Sheldon walked up to her. “You don’t eat breakfast?”
“What’s the matter?” Claire had no patience to deal with him.
“It’s not good for your stomach to skip breakfast.” Sheldon seemed a little annoyed, and then stuffed a piece of bread into Claire’s hand.
He accidentally touched the girl’s fingertips.
They were as cold as ice.
As if getting an electric shock, he quickly retracted his hand. He turned around, entered the door, and sat down at the dining table again.
Phoebe rolled her eyes and noticed Sheldon’s red ear tips.
She felt that something was wrong.
On Friday night, Class One held a dinner party in a restaurant.
The students were having great fun.
Claire’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She took a sip of wine and went outside to answer the phone.
It was from Jerry.
“Sister Claire, I’ve investigated the person.”
“OK, what’s the result?” Claire leaned against the wall of the corridor, and the night wind passed through the hall, sobering her up a bit.
“Hunter Johnson was sent abroad when he was eight years old and wasn’t brought back until two years ago. He suffered a car accident as soon as he returned home during which his brain was hit.”
Claire frowned. “That’s all?”
“Yes, I can’t find any other news about him. Simon Johnson must have done something to conceal his information.”
“Are there any photos of Hunter Johnson when he was a child?”
“I’ve got one. I’ll send it to you.”
After the call was disconnected, an email popped up on her phone. She opened it. It was a picture of a little boy.
The photo was old and had become blurry, but it could be vaguely seen that this was the same person as the one on the death report.
Therefore, the real Hunter Johnson died in a car accident two years ago, and the current Hunter took his place.
It was getting more and more interesting.
Claire straightened up, ready to return to the party room when someone held her wrist.
She turned her head, only to see that Sheldon was standing behind her. He questioned her coldly. “It’s so late. Why are you here?”
“Class dinner party.” Claire withdrew her wrist.
Phoebe came out of the bathroom, wiping her hands with a paper towel. She raised her head and happened to see this scene.
Her brother and Claire?
She ducked into the corner, secretly watching.
Seeing Claire’s cheeks flushed and smelling a pungent smell of alcohol on Claire, Sheldon’s face became darker. “Did you drink?”
“Yes, does it matter to you?”
He is so noisy.
And annoying.
Not interested in communicating with him, Claire turned to leave but stepped on a pool of water and slipped.
She wouldn’t fall over if she held onto the wall.
However, Sheldon rushed over, put his arm around her waist, and hugged her in his arms.
Under the light, the young man’s dark eyes were filled with worry.
“Are you okay?”
Claire quickly pushed him away and stood up. She tidied her clothes, and said thank you expressionlessly before walking towards the room.