66: Chapter 66 Pretty Won are the Most Deceptive_1 66: Chapter 66 Pretty Won are the Most Deceptive_1 Carson Flores sighed, “Persistently asking questions to the very end isn’t a good habit.”
Samantha Tate leaned closer, resting her face against Carson’s arm, looking up at him with batting eyes and a coquettish pout, “Hey, Carson, just tell , we’re this close now, what’s there to hide from each other?”
Carson?
This nickna, my God, really, it felt so sweet to the ears, soft in the heart.
This coquetry, no man could resist it.
Carson turned his head and glanced at Samantha, “Drake Bernard was killed by , killed by my own hands.”
Without hesitation, Samantha said, “Then he must have deserved it.”
Carson turned his head, his expression shocked, “Why do you say that?”
Samantha laughed, “You even cared for a driver dood to die, who you didn’t know at all, how could you harm innocent people!”
Carson smiled.
This woman was quite observant, knowing that his hint was to help that driver, and her attitude had changed a bit as well – from the initial unease to a calm acceptance, and now to an unwavering, determined support.
With the conversation at this point, Carson no longer held back, recounting the whole incident involving Drake Bernard.
Samantha was not as scared as Carson had imagined; on the contrary, her eyes shone with excitent, “Wow, you’re so amazing!
Knowing you were walking into a dragon’s den, you still went alone.
You’re like the Great General from ancient tis, entering enemy grounds alone, slaying the enemy leader, then leaving coolly, surrounded by countless soldiers, yet no one dared to lay a hand on you…”
Carson was amused, “You’ve watched too many TV dramas.
You’re a woman, and hearing all this doesn’t scare you but excites you instead.
You’re not normal.”
“What’s not normal about ?”
Samantha defended herself with conviction, “They dared to take a hit on you, which shows they’ve done this more than once, harming who knows how many people.
They are all bad people.
By killing them, you indirectly helped many people, you’re a hero, a knight-errant.
I would only admire you, how could I be afraid?”
Carson extended his hand and pushed Samantha’s head away, chuckling, “I’m no hero, I was simply protecting myself.
If they targeted once, they could do it again.
Foreseen attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden threats are hard to guard against.
So the best way is to eliminate the adversary directly, not giving them a second chance to strike.”
Samantha blinked, “If soone hurt , would you go on a rampage for ?”
Carson responded with a laugh, “I wouldn’t want to.”
Samantha suddenly got anxious, puffing up with indignation, “Why wouldn’t you want to?”
Carson answered, “You’re not my…I…”
Samantha interrupted Carson, “Girlfriend!”
Carson quickly retorted, “Fake.”
Samantha was speechless, pausing for a few seconds with a slightly awkward deanor, “You could treat it as real.”
“Treat it as real?”
Carson humd, “Real is real, fake is fake.
What’s this ‘treat it as real’?
You beautiful won are the best at deceiving people!”
Samantha was frustrated, thinking to herself that she ant he could be her real boyfriend.
What kind of comprehension is this!
“Alright, we’ve arrived, go back.
You have your family’s car to take, yet you bum a ride from , making take a detour and waste so much gasoline!”
Samantha hadn’t thought of what to say yet when Carson hurriedly shooed her out of the car, leaving her infuriated.
Steel-hearted man?
Impossible to understand?
Carson called out to the huffy Samantha, “Next week have your grandfather do acupuncture once a week, see you next weekend.”
Watching the car drive away, Samantha stomped her foot in a huff.
Why run so fast?
Am I going to eat you?
So eager to go back to your fake wife, I’ll have to see what she looks like soday.
I won’t believe she’s prettier than !
Hmph!
You, this man, I’ve set my sights on you!
…
In the hotel suite, the child’s continual crying was so loud that it began to sound hoarse.
Leonard Reid’s gaze was icy cold, “Dr.
Schneider, you’ve applied the needles, let so blood, but why has the child’s symptoms not diminished at all?
Didn’t you say the needle eliminates the disease?”
Raphael Schneider’s forehead was sweating, his gaze filled with terror, “Mr.
Reid, perhaps there’s too much heat accumulated in the blood, and it can’t be cleared all at once.
I’ve applied acupuncture to release the heat; after resting for the night, it should gradually improve.
As the saying goes, illness cos like a collapsing mountain, and goes like pulling silk – that’s the principle.”
Leonard Reid stared coldly at Raphael Schneider for a long ti, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
“Book a room in the hotel for Dr.
Schneider.
He’ll continue to see the child tomorrow.”
Raphael Schneider inwardly lanted, knowing he was effectively being detained.
If the child improved by tomorrow, all would be well.
If not, he feared he would be in trouble.
Alongside his concern and fear, Raphael was puzzled and perplexed.
Why wasn’t there any effect?
His acupuncture skills were quite refined; releasing blood heat should show results imdiately, but today it inexplicably failed!
Not only did it fail, but he felt that after his acupuncture, the child cried even louder.
Was it simply the pain from the needles that made the child cry, or did his treatnt worsen the condition?
Could it be as Carson had said, that the child’s illness wasn’t due to blood heat, but because of gu poison?
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