I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Ryan dressed in casual clothes and a loose and thin sweater outside. He was shouting at a beggar, who looked pitiful and lay on the ground. With a sorrowful look on his face, the beggar said, "Why are you doing this? I just asked you for money, okay? It's okay that you won't give me any money. Besides, I am indeed disabled." "Are you indeed disabled? Do you look like someone disabled?" As Ryan spoke, he reached out, intending to pull the beggar up. Those who would come to the temple were all kind-hearted people. As soon as they saw Ryan's action, they began to blame him one after another. "Look at you. You're so old. How can you be like this?" "That's right. What can a disabled man do?" "You're going too far. It's fine that you won't give him any money. But you're bullying him!" I looked over and found that the disabled man got two empty sleeves, showing that he seemed to be with no hands. E
After a moment, Ryan took the tea over, drank it, and said with satisfaction, "Alright, alright. From now on, you're Ryan Teague's disciple. You can call me Master or Ryan." "Then I'll call you Master." I thought it would be a better term. After Ryan agreed, he looked at me and said, "You gained an advantage with your face." "My face?" I, who was stunned instantly, touched the mask on my face, feeling confused about what his words meant. Ryan nodded and said, "You look a little like a junior sister of mine, and talk and act like her too..." Speaking of this, Ryan bowed his head, drank down all the tea in front of him, and poured another cup of tea for himself. I could see that after Ryan had mentioned his junior sister, he became sad. His junior sister surely was of extraordinary significance to him. Since he had acknowledged me as his disciple because of his junior sister, he surely wanted to make up for his regret. I pondere
There was no sim card on my cell phone. Consequently, without connecting to Wi-Fi, I couldn't browse any news online. The reason why I did so was that I was afraid that Patrick would find me. After I input the keywords, a lot of pieces of breaking news along with their relative comments popped up on the Facebook newsfeed. I roughly read the news. Shelton called the police that day. After the police arrived and confirmed the location of the accident, divers were asked to go beneath the sea to find the black box on the sunken yacht. After three days of searching, the divers didn't find the black box. On the whole yacht, they only found a female corpse and a suitcase. The photo of the suitcase was attached in the news. Taking a look at it, I was sure that it was my suitcase. According to the news, based on the items inside the suitcase and the people who had left the island, the police preliminarily identified the identity of the deceased.
Coming to the front, Shelton and I were frightened by the tragic scene in front of us. A large truck that seemed to have gone out of control bumped into many cars, a lot of which were deformed because of the collision. The doctors and the police were all rescuing the injured on the side. Among the cars parked there, there was a red car. And a broken car frame directly stabbed a woman sitting in the passenger's seat in her ribs. Blood was all over her body. Several policemen were next to her. And none of them dared to move. One of them shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! Is there any other doctor? Save this one!" "I'll do it!" Shelton rushed over without hesitation! Standing on the side, I saw that Shelton supported the woman's body and commanded a few policemen and a nurse to get the rescue done. His body was stained with the woman's blood quickly. However, he wasn't affected in the slightest. After the broken car frame was sawed
As we were about to leave, the dean and vice dean of this hospital both came to see Shelton off in person. Besides expressing their gratitude to Shelton, they were quite respectful to him. It wasn't until we got in the car that I said, "It turns out that you are a medical expert. I didn't know about it before." "No, I've rarely done an operation for the past two years. The reason why the operation today can be successful is some luck," Shelton said lightly. I knew that there was no luck in it. I believed that Shelton, who was so excellent at such a young age, surely was quite hard-working. The outstanding ones were all working hard. By the time we arrived at City Y, it had been 10 p.m. Shelton took me to a hotel and booked two rooms. The two rooms were next to each other. He sent me to the door of my room, saw me enter the room, and left. After I entered the room, the first thing I did was to charge Seth's cell phone.
As I was shocked, I heard Shelton say, "Don't make any sound." Dragging me, he hid at the door of the stairwell with me. I heard sounds of hurried footsteps coming from outside! Someone seemed to stop next to the elevator. "Charlotte!" "Charlotte Archer!" I heard Patrick calling my name from outside. At that moment, unexpectedly, I felt that my heart seemed to have been cut by a knife. As I breathed, I was even in pain. "Charlotte, where are you? Come out! I saw you!" "Charlotte Archer!" Without many people coming and going at night in this quiet corridor, I actually detected a sob in his voice. "Is he crying?" "Is he crying because of me?" I was in so much pain in my heart. If Shelton hadn't restrained me in his arms from behind, I probably would have rushed out early! Shelton's gentle voice rang in my ears, "Calm down." "Tap, tap, tap." Sounds of someone stepping on the floor
"How much longer do I plan to keep avoiding the past?" I stared at Ryan. Hearing his question, I questioned myself as well. "Yes. Can I keep avoiding the past for the rest of my life?" Seeing that I didn't speak, Ryan continued, "Admittedly, City Y is a city with the most profound cultural implication and the best potential among all the cities across the country. No matter how successful your career in other cities is, it is just a petty success that won't serve the world. Only by pursuing your career in City Y will more people know you." He paused, saying, "Of course, if you want to stay in my studio in Town S for the rest of my life, I won't force you either." Although he said so verbally, the look on his face indicated that he couldn't be more disappointed in me. I knew that Ryan, who was my mentor, hoped that I could be better. Back then, the reason why I had given up everything to learn from him was that I wanted to be a better me.
"Mr. Cowell." As I heard so, my brain was in a buzz! The next second, I saw Patrick walking into the private box slowly from outside. He was dressed in a set of stiff suits of a matte gray color. And his hair seemed shorter than it had been a few years ago. His facial features remained the same. However, his skin seemed to be slightly darker. Originally, I thought that I was strong enough. As soon as I saw him, I felt that my heart seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible hand. Something was going to spew out of my heart! Calvin stood up first and introduced me to Patrick specifically, "Hello, Mr. Cowell. Let me introduce her to you. This is the master designer of the private club, Janetta Nolan." It was clear that before the dinner, Patrick had met others except me. I quickly stood up and said to Patrick, "Hello, Mr. Cowell." Patrick stared at me with his cold eyes for a second before he quickly looked away.