Sure enough, even though this person in front of him was already 23 years old and looked like a good-for-nothing, he was still as irritating as he was when he was young.
George had a house in the country. The two people said goodbye to each other on the road. After Sara got in Dominik's car and left, he lowered his eyelashes and lit a cigarette. The wind blew across his hair, revealing a pair of deep and cold eyes. At that moment, his expression was a little embarrassing, but it was just a moment. Soon he recovered his smile and took out his mobile phone to call the driver.
"You've been in good shape recently." The psychologist smiled and said, "Keep it up."
The man opened his eyes and looked at her with a faint smile. "Every time I come, you say this to make me feel that you are perfunctory to me."
The doctor's smile froze for a moment, and then he said, "I'm telling the truth. You've been in a very good state these two months... Do you have any nightmare recently?"
"Very few." Hank leaned against the back of the sofa, a slight smile appearing on his handsome face. "The main thing is that I have a sleeping pillow."
The psychologist quickly asked, "What is it?"
Hank glanced at her and said, "I refuse to answer this question. I've told you, don't try to get involved in my privacy. The reason why I come here every month is because of the President's reputation."
The psychological pressure of the doctor was immediately overwhelming.
She felt that she had taken her diploma and Honorary Certificate for nothing. Clearly, in front of other patients, she could do it with ease and hold absolute initiative. Sometimes, she even had the feeling that she could dominate them. But in front of this man, she was not a hunter, but a fish on the cutting board.
She had given him psychological guidance for six years, but she had never opened his defense. It seemed that he didn't mind talking to her, but when it came to the questions he didn't want to answer, he would try his best to avoid it, leaving no chance for others.
She even had a feeling that she was the patient in this room, and the man in front of her could understand all her intentions like a very excellent psychiatrist.
"It's about time." Hank picked up the jacket next to him and said, "I'll go back first, let's talk next time."
The psychologist nodded his head in cold sweat.
When Hank left, an old figure appeared in the room. The doctor quickly stood up and said, "Your Excellency."
Leaning on his crutch, the old man nodded, "How is it?"
The psychologist sighed, "... as usual, I don't want to say anything. He has been avoiding the things of the past. I am worried that those things have been piled up in his heart and have been fermenting. One day, they will completely break out. At that time, the situation will be very bad, because you know how high his reputation is..."
"Of course I know," the old man said. "The first time I saw him, I knew that he was a sharp knife, unstoppable... extremely sharp. I was not wrong, but I didn't expect his blade to be two-sided."
The psychologist said, "But there is also a way to get better. He is no longer as old- fashioned as before. It seems that he has found something interesting, so his mood has always been very stable."
"What's so interesting?" The old man muttered.
What kind of interesting thing was it?
William left the court.
She gritted her teeth, and tears were falling down one by one.
"... I really want to see you. Without the identity of Miss Martin, the property that can be spent freely, the sports car, and jewels, and the debt of hundreds of millions of Dollar on your body, how can you survive in Jena City, which is full of money and money?"
Sara's voice rang in her mind again, like a hundred percent demon. She would not give up until she was out of her mind.
But William knew that Sara was right.
The Martin family was over, and Yen was sentenced to no time. All the things that she could show off had become her stain. Her once intimate sisters all turned hostile, and the people who pursued her were far away from her. She couldn't even continue to work in the field of medicine, because her father's manufacture of fake medicine was well- known to everyone.
She began to hate Yen again. She hated Lilly again.
They sent Sara, that fox spirit, into the Bishop family and let her have a meteoric rise. They sold counterfeit drugs to the east window, and now she was the one to take the blame...
But she completely forgot that her previous munificent life was given by these two people.
William walked on the road and felt that everyone's eyes were full of sarcasm. She was like a stinky mouse in a sewer, shrinking and not daring to look up at people.
Her heart was completely devoid of dead ashes. Only her hatred towards Sara was so clear that it was as if she had been burned into a fire that burned through the heavens. Every cell in her body was screaming for revenge! Revenge!
"You look very sad." A very gentle young man's voice rang out, which instantly reminded people of the thin mist in the pine forest. The moonlight on the clear spring was quiet and serene, with the enchanting power to soothe people's heart.
William looked up in confusion and saw a teenager in a black hoodie. He was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see his face clearly. His eyes were hidden in the hood, but William just felt that he was smiling now.
He reached out his hand and slowly held William's hand, saying softly, "How pitiful."
All of a sudden, William felt especially wronged, as if a word from this person could stir up all the emotions. She cried uncontrollably and choked with sobs.
The young man slowly said, "You want to take revenge, don't you?"
"Yes... I want to take revenge... I want to take revenge!" William gritted her teeth and said, "I want Sara to die a tragic death! I want her to ruin her reputation! I want her to die without a burial place!"
It seemed that he was frightened by the girl's strong emotions. The boy's long eyelashes trembled, but his voice was still very gentle. "You will definitely succeed. Go ahead and do it. Don't worry, God will bless you."
The boy put his white and slender fingers on William's cheeks, wiped her tears gently, and whispered, "Use what you are best at, revenge with everything you have."
"... I see," William murmured.
She suddenly looked up. "... Who are you?"
"I'm just an insignificant person," said the youth. "It's time for you to do what you want. I'll keep an eye on you."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. The two bodyguards behind him didn't look at William much and followed him.
William watched as they got into a black car and drove away. She stood where she was, and the cold wind blew. Her body trembled a little, but the hatred was enough to reignite her faith.
She must get Sara...
He was completely a loser.