“Damn it, was the information wrong? There’s clearly only President Clark here—where’s that illegitimate child from the The Sullivan Family!”

“……”

Each of these disappointed remarks left Laura Clark completely stunned.

What?

Did these reporters not see Evan Clark?

How is that possible!!!

Thinking of this, Laura Clark hurriedly turned to look toward the window, but to her shock, the spot where Evan Clark had been standing was now completely empty.

Evan Clark had vanished, as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world.

This…

Laura Clark’s beautiful face was filled with utter disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.

“Impossible! He… he was just standing there a moment ago, how could he…”

Laura Clark was completely dumbfounded.

She couldn’t believe that someone could just disappear into thin air.

This… is simply unscientific!

Chapter 2 He… is a Devil!

At the same time, a Mercedes sedan was parked next to the Emperor Hotel.

Inside sat a driver and a young man.

Both had cold, mocking smiles on their lips, their eyes fixed on the hotel entrance, as if waiting to watch a good show.

Especially the young man, whose face was twisted with malice:

“Heh heh! That bastard Evan Clark, let’s see how he dies this time! He slept with Laura Clark, and her fiancé Ryan Grant will definitely tear that loser to pieces! Then let’s see how the old man can still protect that illegitimate child! Hahaha…”

Thinking of Evan Clark’s miserable fate, the young man’s smile grew even more sinister!

Ring ring ring!

Just then, the driver’s phone rang.

“Young Hunter! It’s Reporter Bolton from Jiang City TV!” The driver glanced at the number and spoke to the young man.

Hearing this, the young man called Young Hunter gave a sinister smile:

“Answer it! They should have succeeded by now! Remember, have Reporter Bolton send over a few photos—I want to see that loser’s look of despair! Hahaha…”

Young Hunter was overjoyed, laughing with delight.

But as soon as the driver answered the call, his smile froze, and then his face took on a look as if he’d seen a ghost.

Finally, after hanging up, the driver swallowed hard and said to Young Hunter:

“Young Hunter, Zhang… Reporter Bolton said there was no illegitimate child in the room at all, only Miss Laura Clark!”

What!!!

When Hunter Sullivan heard this, he was momentarily stunned, then exploded with rage:

“Bullshit! Damn it, I personally locked that loser and Laura Clark in together—how could there be only Laura Clark in there! Did they search the whole room? That loser never came out, he must still be inside!!!”

At this moment, Hunter Sullivan was absolutely furious.

He had gone to so much trouble to set up this trap—knocking out Evan Clark, drugging Laura Clark, making the two of them commit an indecent act, then exposing it to the public, using others to do his dirty work.

But now, not only had that guy slept with Laura Clark, not a single reporter had caught him on camera—he was so angry he could spit blood!

Seeing Young Hunter’s ferocious expression, the driver shrank his neck and said nervously:

“Young Hunter! Reporter Bolton said they really did search every corner of the hotel, even checked the surveillance footage. That loser never left the room, but the strange thing is, there was only Laura Clark in the room!”

How is that possible!!!

At this moment, Hunter Sullivan could hardly believe his ears!

How could a living person just disappear into thin air!

“Bastard! Bastard!!!”

The veins on Hunter Sullivan’s furious forehead bulged, his eyes filled with venom and unwillingness:

“That damned bastard! What trick did he use to pull this off! Damn it! Damn it!!!”

At this moment, Hunter Sullivan was like a raging lion.

But just then, he suddenly noticed the driver’s expression was off, and he frowned:

“What’s wrong? Why do you look so pale?”

Hunter Sullivan was full of confusion.

But the driver seemed not to hear, his eyes fixed on the back seat, his face filled with disbelief, as if he’d seen a ghost.

Huh?

Hunter Sullivan was startled, turned to look, and was instantly shocked.

Because at some point, a young man had appeared in the back seat.

His features were handsome, his expression cold, the corners of his mouth curled in a faint, mocking smile, and his pitch-black eyes shone with a mysterious, captivating light.

He was none other than Evan Clark!

The strange thing was, neither the driver nor Hunter Sullivan had noticed how Evan Clark got into the car—like a ghost, he had appeared out of nowhere, sending chills down their spines!

“Bastard! It’s you, you loser!!!”

Hunter Sullivan was first startled, then a look of deep resentment and hatred appeared on his face:

“How did a loser like you get in here! Damn it, you piece of trash dare to get in my car! You must have a death wish! Get the hell out of here!!!”

Hunter Sullivan looked at Evan Clark with eyes full of contempt and disgust.

In his eyes, Evan Clark was nothing but trash, someone he could crush at will, and even if Evan Clark knew it was him, he wasn’t afraid in the slightest.