The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities
/ The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 147 – Hypnotized
Claire's pupils constricted suddenly, but there was no expression on her face. “Why me?”
“Because you can go in and out of the Life-Death Sect freely.” Noah tilted her head and smiled, calling unhurriedly. “Doctor Venus.”
It turned out that she had seen through her identity a long time ago.
That being the case, Claire didn't bother to conceal it anymore.
She leaned back on the sofa, her voice lazy. “Then you should also know that the Life-Death Sect has the topmost security system.”
Noah narrowed her keen eyes. “But all the security systems at the Life-Death Sect are designed and built by you, right?”
Claire raised her eyebrows.
Hmm…
Noah knew a lot about her.
After a moment of silence, Claire pulled the little dog off her lap and stood up slowly. “I see. Wait for me to contact you.”
When she walked to the door, the little dog still clutched her trouser leg. It raised its little head, and gazed at her with its watery eyes, looking extremely reluctant to see her leave.
Noah picked it up.
For a long time, Claire could still hear it wailing.
Bus stop.
Claire sat on the bench, dangling her legs, and bowed her head to fiddle with her phone.
A luxury car stopped in front of her.
Claire raised her head. Facing the setting sun, she narrowed her eyes.
The window of the car was rolled down, revealing a handsome face.
Inside the car, Henry Cook smiled and said politely, “Miss Claire, I'd like to have a chat with you.”
The two came to a cafe.
“What's the matter?” Claire took a seat and turned sideways.
She looked at the man opposite carefully, trying to determine if she had seen him before.
Henry put his business card on the table, and pushed it towards her.
He said, “I'm Henry Cook. and I am a psychiatrist. I want to invite you to join our Ai Institute and participate in the special medicine project.”
Special medicine?
Claire's expression didn't change.
She tilted her head, and smiled casually. “Dr. Cook, are you mistaken? I'm just an ordinary high school student. Invite me to a research institute? What can I do there?”
Henry lowered his eyes. “Miss Claire, you don't have to be so modest, I know… you are not as simple as you look.”
“So what? The point is that I'm not interested.” Claire was about to get up.
Henry went on. “You are from the Life-Death Sect, right? If my investigation is correct, you operated on your mother in your last operation.”
Claire's back stiffened.
Henry held the coffee cup, tapped his finger against the wall of the cup, and said, “Since you operated on your mother, you have never been in the operating room again. I am curious to know the reason.”
The sound of him tapping the cup was very rhythmic, and it reached Claire's ears, making her fall into a trance.
In an instant, she seemed to be back in the operating room. Her mother was lying on the operating table.
Back then, her mother was seriously ill and was sent to the Life-Death Sect. Everyone told her that her mother could not be cured, but she was unwilling to give up and insisted on operating on her mother.
However… when she actually walked into the operating room, her hands trembled violently, and she couldn't even hold the scalpel.
She had undergone countless operations, and a patient was just a piece of flesh in her eyes.
But now lying in front of her was her mother…
She flinched because she couldn't cut open her mother's body with her own hands…
Fear was like a vine, firmly strangling Claire's neck. The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming and was about to drown her.
“Claire! Claire! Wake up quickly and don't listen to him!”
Suddenly, an anxious call came from her ear, and her shoulder was heavily pressed by a hand.
Claire opened her eyes suddenly as if waking up from a dream and turned her head to look.
Gallon stood by her side. He pulled her up from the chair, and stared coldly at Henry who was sitting opposite. “Don't you think it despicable to use hypnosis?!”
Chapter end
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