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.

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 by Carter’s aggressive advances. He recovered after dodging only

for the charged copper-plated needles. At this instant, a white silhouette drifted past and wrapped itself around Jordan’s waist, dragging him away. A startled Jordan turned around to see Klaus’ apologetic face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Baker. You can’t touch that needle…” “Damn you!” Jordan

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!” “Do you know the cost of failure here? Do

froze and turned toward the bed, the dazed man’s deep blue eyes flickered and he asked in Ustranasion, “Where am

was stunned as they wondered if he was fully self-aware. Klaus released his own grip, ignoring Jordan completely as he threw himself onto the side of the bed. “How are you feeling, sir?” The man replied with some difficulty, “I feel… sore all over. Where is this