A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 121

Just before Carter’s fingers were upon the needles on top on the man’s head, Vinson grabbed onto the back of the former’s collar and yanked him away.

Then the two men became entangled in a heap. As the men were both familiar with the other’s tendencies in a fight, neither was able to break the deadlock. Jordan could only stand by in distress. “Why have you started fighting? Stop it!” But neither Vinson nor Carter were listening.

It was Carter who realized that he had a helper in Jordan, and called out while he grappled with Vinson, “Go, Jordan! Pull out the needles!” “I…” Jordan was in a dilemma. “Get on with it!” Carter cried. Jordan bit down and made a dash for the man’s bed. Vinson’s attempt to intercept was forced back by Carter’s aggressive advances. He recovered after dodging only see that Jordan had already reached his target.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Moore. I can’t risk it…” Jordan mumbled under his breath before he reached for the charged copper-plated needles. At this instant, a white silhouette drifted past and wrapped itself around Jordan’s waist, dragging him away. A startled Jordan turned around to see Klaus’ apologetic face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Baker. You can’t touch that needle…” “Damn you!” Jordan cussed, “Are you betraying us now? Get your hands off! Doesn’t the needles on his head scare you?

We can’t let anything happen to him, so let go!” Klaus clung onto Jordan as if his life depended on it and refused to budge. Carter had not expected Klaus to turn on him. “Do you understand what you’re doing, Dr. Jankowitsch!” The doctor continued to hang on. “I believe that this acupuncture therapy can work, Mr. Morgan. Please trust me on this one!” “Do you know the cost of failure here? Do you have any idea how important this man is to us!

Sticking needles on the body is fine, but it could kill if placed in the head!” “I… can’t…” Klaus wavered. Just then, the man on the bed jolted awake. “Ahem! Ahem…” When everyone froze and turned toward the bed, the dazed man’s deep blue eyes flickered and he asked in Ustranasion, “Where am I?” His voice was clear and his eyes lively; a radical departure from the slurred speech and confused look he had from before.

Everyone was stunned as they wondered if he was fully self-aware. Klaus released his own grip, ignoring Jordan completely as he threw himself onto the side of the bed. “How are you feeling, sir?” The man replied with some difficulty, “I feel… sore all over. Where is this place?”

Klaus was beside himself. “Are you able to understand my question? Are you back to normal?” “Why wouldn’t I be. How did I get here? Aren’t I supposed to be at sea?” Klaus turned to Carter in delight and switched to speaking in Chanaean. “He’s speaking coherently, Mr. Morgan.

He’s cured! I can’t say for sure if he’s completely well, but you should have no problems getting the answers you’re looking for.” Carter’s eyes widened behind his gold-rimmed spectacles.