The reason he gave to the reporters actually had loopholes.


    Still, whatever reason one chose, there would always be loopholes. Hence, he opted for this one. This


    way, he could provide an exnation without offending Luke.


    Karen naturally knew there would not be an audio with the same frequency. After all, that was the


    sound of Ss being beaten up. How could that possibly be found in a movie?


    Therefore, when the man exined it to the reporters, he was actually avoiding offending Luke.


    Karen initially thought that since there was someone so simr to Ss, he should teach the reporter of


    New Youth Daily a lesson. However, this man straightforwardly told her that she did not have the ability


    to contend with Luke.


    She felt humiliated.


    The man rose to her feet and said, "The mission is over. As for the person in the bedroom, you''d better


    get a doctor to check on him. If he dies, you''ll be in trouble."


    Karen retorted, "Trouble? Well, if he dies, it''s just as well. It''ll save me some trouble."


    The man looked at her.


    Karen added, "What else do I need this man for with you helping me now? I truly hope he dies sooner."


    After these lessons, she became cautious.


    She dared not to say she wanted to kill Ss, but she expressed her hatred toward him.


    The man frowned and reminded her, "I helped you because I was paid."


    Karen nodded. She knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. Even though Pierre said he was a


    friend, someone with such skills would not help others for free. There had to be payment involved.


    "I know. Whatever amount it is, I''ll pay you when I need you in the future. Juste over," said Karen


    as she disyed her nonchnce about money.


    She even thought that after this incident, most of the issues rted to Ss would be resolved. Even if


    the man''s price was exorbitant, she would not have to spend much.


    "I only take this kind of job once. I won’t ept it no matter how much you offer in the future. So you''d


    better keep that man safe instead ofing up with ways to ruin him," replied the man. Even though


    he was working for Abel, he was being paid.


    He was not naturally skilled in disguise. He learned it from a master.


    His master had told him that their skills were just a means of survival, a way to ensure their own


    livelihood.


    Nevertheless, due to the nature of their profession, they had to remain low-key in their dealings.


    Moreover, they were always borrowing the faces of others.


    When using the disguise technique, they could not hope to inherit the other person''s life. They were


    merely borrowing it and had to ensure the safety of the borrowed person''s life.


    Therefore, Ss had no connection with him. However, since he had borrowed Ss'' identity this time


    to earn some money, he had to ensure Ss'' survival. That was his obligation.


    "Not even for money?" Karen suddenly understood. He was not Pierre’s friend. It was merely a


    business deal.


    "You''ll still need him in the future. You dered at the press conference that you would pursue his legal


    responsibility today. There''ll be furtherwsuits and such, so you should know what to do." Then, the


    man left right away.


    Karen watched the man leave from behind. She was dumbfounded for a moment.


    The gist of what this man said was for her to leave Ss alone.


    "What the hell?! Who does he think he is!" Karen grumbled angrily. She grabbed a cup from the coffee


    table and hurled it against the wall with a loud crash.


    Jeff descended from upstairs and saw her in a rage. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say,


    "Madam, it''s urgent. We need to get a doctor for Ss right away!"


    "What''s wrong with him now?" Karen rolled her eyes.


    "Ss seems to have been badly frightened. He''s having convulsions now. It’s unusual. I''m afraid he


    won''t make it through the night if we don’t get a doctor," exined Jeff.


    "What a nuisance. Let him die," replied Karen. Yet, she still picked up her phone to call the doctor.


    The doctor she found for Ss was from the ck market. He had average medical skills, but he was


    top-notch when it came to getting things done for money.


    At least he would not tell anyone about Ss’ situation.


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    After briefing the doctor on the situation, Karen instructed Jeff, "The doctor will arrive shortly. Go


    upstairs and watch him. Don''t let him faint, or we''ll have to take him to the hospital."


    If they had to take him to the hospital, it would be disastrous. It might expose everything they had


    nned for today''s performance.


    "Understood," Jeff replied with a troubled expression.


    They could not let Ss faint?


    He was not a doctor. He could not possibly be that skilled...


    However, it was Karen''s order, so he had toply. He made his way upstairs with a bitter look on his


    face.


    Ss was still trembling. Fortunately, after the ck-market doctor arrived and administered a sedative


    injection, his condition gradually improved.


    "He was just frightened. What''s the point of scaring him when he''s already like this? He''s a patient now.


    He needs rest. If you don''t want to take him to the hospital, you need to take good care of him.


    "Otherwise, who knows if he''ll die from fright?" the doctor said to Jeff and Windsor.


    Jeff and Windsor wore pained expressions. They did not want to scare Ss to death, and this matter


    had nothing to do with them.


    Was it not that man who could disguise himself who scared Ss?


    However, they did not expect Ss to be so easily frightened. He thought he was going to die just


    because a man disguised himself to look like him...


    Did he really think that they were part of the underworld? Would they really dare to kill anyone like that?


    There was no way they could do that!


    "Yes, understood," replied Jeff and Windsor. They dared not to mention what had just happened.


    After the doctor left, he saw Karen sitting on the couch and said to her, "He''s calmed down now, but


    earlier, he was all worked up from fear and started babbling nonsense. He even had a bout of low


    blood pressure.


    "If he keeps getting scared, he might faint. It''s best not to rile him up during this time. But like I said


    before, it''ll be best to get him to a hospital for proper treatment. Otherwise, if something unexpected


    happens, it won''t be good."


    Now employed by Karen, the doctor woulde daily to treat Ss.


    However, he could not stay here permanently. If there were any emergencies and treatment was


    dyed, it could be fatal.


    "Can you just stay here?” Karen disregarded the doctor''s suggestion. If Ss was not on the verge of


    death, she would not have hired this doctor.


    "Madam, I have my own clinic... I have plenty of patients to attend to every day." The doctor shook his


    head.


    Karen did not waste time with him. "Name your price."


    "It''s not about the money..." exined the doctor. "I have regr clients, including those from the


    underworld. If I close my clinic for even a short period, I might lose a lot of businesster."


    "You mentioned that this week is a critical period for Ss, right?" asked Karen.


    “Yes, if he''s taken to the hospital, he might only be in critical condition for a day or two. After all, the


    medical facilities around here are quite poor..." replied the doctor. There was not much medical


    equipment avable here, which made the treatment difficult.