A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Carter’s face turned severe. “Are you sure this is what you want?” “Try me.” Carter gritted his teeth. “You asked for it!” The moment his voice trailed off, Carter raised his other hand and swung a swift punch that blitzed through the air and right at Vinson’s face. When Vinson jerked back to avoid the blow, Carter seized the chance to free his own restrained right hand and shove Vinson away before he raced toward the bed.

Just before Carter’s fingers were upon the needles on top on the man’s head, Vinson grabbed onto the back of the former’s collar and yanked him away.

Then the two men became entangled in a heap. As the men were both familiar with the other’s tendencies in a fight, neither was able to break the deadlock. Jordan could only stand by in distress. “Why have you started fighting? Stop it!” But neither Vinson nor Carter were listening.

who realized that he had a helper in Jordan, and called out while he grappled with Vinson, “Go, Jordan! Pull out the needles!” “I…” Jordan was in a dilemma. “Get on with it!” Carter cried. Jordan bit down and made a dash for the man’s bed. Vinson’s attempt to intercept was forced back

wrapped itself around Jordan’s waist, dragging him away. A startled Jordan turned around to see Klaus’ apologetic face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Baker.

it and refused to budge. Carter had not expected Klaus to turn on him. “Do you understand what you’re doing, Dr. Jankowitsch!” The doctor continued to hang on. “I believe that this acupuncture therapy can work, Mr. Morgan. Please trust me on this one!”

jolted awake. “Ahem! Ahem…” When everyone froze and turned toward the bed, the dazed man’s deep blue eyes flickered and he asked in Ustranasion, “Where am I?” His voice was clear and his eyes

ignoring Jordan completely as he threw himself onto the side of the bed. “How are you feeling, sir?” The man replied