44 Your Face... Is So Red

Claire's expression remained unchanged, but she secretly clenched the knife in her cuff.

There was a sudden snap.

The street lights suddenly went out, and the surroundings plunged into darkness.

Under the moonlight, she stopped abruptly. She turned around, and kicked the person behind her in the lower abdomen. Caught off guard, the person was pushed to the corner by her.

At the same time, the knife was put against his neck.

The blade's edge was shining with a cold glint in the dark night.

"Don't move!"

Claire's speed was unbelievably fast.

Her action was clean and lethal.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?"

"Your man."

A deep low chuckle sounded above her head.

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Claire raised her head.

It just so happened that the street lights turned on at this moment.

A handsome face broke into her field of vision.

It was Hunter Johnson!