Chen Zhao, Yura, Cheryl, and Blackie were all transferred to the luxurious suite.
Blackie was very satisfied with the arrangement. Evelynn stood beside Chen Zhao.
"Sir, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"
"Not bad." Chen Zhao nodded.
"When will your friend be staying?"
"You don't have to worry about that."
Chen Zhao glanced at Blackie, who was lying on the sofa nearby. The sofa was clearly dented.
Luckily, Evelynn didn't see it. Otherwise, she would be scared to death.
"Alright, I wish you a pleasant journey. If there's anything you need, you can inform me at any time."
Evelynn and Chen Zhao left. As soon as they came out, they saw Margaret walk out from the opposite door.
"Hi, Ms. Margaret, do you live here too?"
"Uh … Hello, Mr. Chen."
Margaret didn't expect to see Chen Zhao here.
She had avoided Chen Zhao because she thought that he was mentally ill.
As a psychiatrist, she knew how dangerous mental patients were.
The more harmless a patient looked, the more dangerous they were.
Margaret didn't like to be in contact with mental patients or patients with mental illness outside her clinic.
Because she couldn't be sure if they were safe or dangerous.
Chen Zhao didn't know what she was thinking. He said warmly, "Do you want a drink? It's my treat."
Evelynn didn't leave. Her face darkened.
You're free for the next three days, but you can't eat like this.
"No, I have something to do. Bye."
"Margaret, New York isn't safe at night. It's called the City of Sin. You have to be careful."
"New York isn't as dangerous as you think," Evelynn couldn't help but correct him.
Chen Zhao glanced at her. "Evelynn, I'm talking to my friend. I can't tell her that New York is safe and she can walk around freely, right?"
"…"
Margaret chuckled. "I'm in a hurry. Sorry."
Who's your friend?
Margaret carried her bag and left in a hurry.
"I'm leaving too, Mr. Chen." Evelynn also left.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
"Chen, are you in New York now?" Ethan called.
"Yeah, I told you before, if there are any clients at this time, reject them for me."
"No, no, no. I happen to have a client from New York."
"What? Clients from New York? You're an agent in Los Angeles, but you can get clients from New York? "
"It's an old friend of mine in New York. He's in a similar line of work as I am. When we were chatting just now, he mentioned one of his clients. He said that even his people couldn't solve the problem. I just happened to think of you, so I recommended him to you."
"I see. Who is the client of this business?"
"I don't know. I'll give you a number, and you can call him Tuis."
"Alright."
…
"Hello, Mr. Tuis. Ethan introduced me to you. You can call me Chen."
"Hi, Chen. Are you the person who can solve my client's problem?"
"I haven't even seen the client yet, so I can't be sure if I can solve the problem."
"Alright, where are you now? I'll pick you up."
After agreeing with Tuis, Chen Zhao carried his toolbox and waited in the lobby of the hotel.
Just then, Evelyn walked over. "Mr. Chen, are you waiting for someone?"
"Yes."
Just then, a middle-aged man walked in. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a gentleman's hat.
"Hi, are you Chen? I'm Tuis. "
"Hi, Mr. Tuis. Are we leaving now?"
"Yes."
Chen Zhao looked back at Evelyn. "Goodbye, Ms. Evelyn."
Tuis was very impatient. He drove very fast. New York's nightlife was starting at this time, so there was a lot of traffic.
Chen Zhao felt a bit uncomfortable. "Mr. Tuis, can you drive a bit slower?"
"Sorry, I'm too impatient."
Tuis apologized, but he didn't slow down.
Finally, Tuis stopped in front of a manor.
In this country, there were super rich people in every city.
New York was known as an international metropolis. Most of the rich people in the world gathered here.
Even Los Angeles couldn't compare to the rich people in New York. They weren't on the same level in terms of wealth or number.
Chen Zhao was no stranger to entering rich people's homes. He first had to be notified by the security at the door, and then the people inside would come out to pick him up.
Soon, Chen Zhao and Tuis were brought to the living room.
However, Chen Zhao didn't expect Margaret to be here too.
"Madam Margaret, what a coincidence, we meet again."
Margaret's face darkened. Why did she run into this delusional person again?
"Ms. Margaret, what are you doing here?"
Marguerite's cheeks twitched. "I'm here to see a patient of mine."
She looked him up and down. "You're an illegal doctor?"
Chen Zhao smiled. He had appeared here and was carrying a toolbox. He couldn't explain himself even if he wanted to.
"I'm just helping a friend," Chen Zhao answered.
Anyway, he couldn't admit that he was an illegal doctor.
Even if he was exposed, he couldn't admit it.
At this moment, a very heavy cry came from the room inside.
"Ah …"
Chen Zhao couldn't tell if it was a scream of pain or anger.
Chen Zhao glanced at Margaret. Was his patient the same as hers?
But she seemed to be a psychiatrist, while he was an illegal doctor who accepted everything except for mental illnesses. There didn't seem to be any overlap between them, right?
Just then, a person dressed like a butler walked out.
He seemed rather disheveled.
"Ms. Margaret, Mr. Chen, you can go in now."
Chen Zhao and Margaret both walked into the bedroom suspiciously.
After entering the room, Chen Zhao saw a large bed with someone sitting on it.
Strangely, the person's hand was cuffed to the metal pole at the head of the bed.
The person's eyes were dark and depressed. He kept his head lowered and his chest heaved up and down.
Chen Zhao and Margaret stared at the man in confusion. Was he the prisoner or the owner?
Why was he cuffed to the head of the bed?
Just then, the person's cuffed right arm jerked violently, as if trying to break free.
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