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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.

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.

"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.

Patrick had practiced martial arts before. After the boy kicked him, he didn't move. Instead, he kept staring at me. I didn't know what had happened at all. I continued to say to Patrick, "Be careful!" Patrick focused his attention on the boy. And the boy was punching him. He caught the boy's fist. With a backhand grasp, he directly restrained the boy with ease! "Ah! Let go of me!" The boy was no match for him. "Apologize to her." Staring at the boy with a determined look in his eyes, Patrick showed no sign of compromise. The boy didn't think that he had done anything wrong at all. Instead, he shouted, "Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, the hotel in front of you is operated by my father!" "Oh, I see." Patrick looked up at the hotel in front of him. The boy's girlfriend was anxious. She came up and intended to catch Patrick. I quickly stepped forward and pushed her away. Patrick took out his cell ph

Squinting at me out of the corner of his eyes, Patrick focused on driving saying nothing further.  In the mountain, the wind was strong. And it rained heavily. However, there was only some drizzle at the foot of the mountain. The car drove all the way to Unit.1, City Y. I couldn't be more familiar with this place. Watching the car enter the residential quarter, I said quickly, "Mr. Cowell, where are we going?" Patrick said nothing. Feeling terrified, I grabbed the handle of the car door and said nervously, "Mr. Cowell, if you're planning to take me to your house, I'm going to jump off the car." "Feel free to do so." Patrick held the wheel tightly with both hands without even looking at me. It seemed that whether I was alive or not had nothing to do with him. In fact, I dared not to jump off the car. My foot was injured. If I jumped off the car, I surely would be injured. And I probably would be run over by a car at worst. In t