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Chapter 4 What Did You Remember?

  • The doctor rolled up his sleeves and crouched down, handling Linford’s cuts daftly.
  • He had done this for Linford so many times, after all.
  • “Drew, aren’t you tired of this?” Linford suddenly asked.
  • “That is a question I also wanted to ask you, Bossman. More cuts, and you will kick the bucket. And I don’t need to do this anymore. Do you want to save me the trouble? Remember to try this on your carotid artery next time!”
  • Linford smiled. He knew Drew only said this because he was pissed off and worried.
  • So he suggested, “Why don’t you unseal my memories then? Maybe I will act like a normal person after that.”
  • “Impossible!” Drew turned him down without thinking, “We’ve talked about this, Linford. Unfortunately, your mentality doesn’t allow you to accept another hypnosis treatment. It will fuck up your brain entirely.”
  • Five years ago, Linford went unhinged after returning from a birthday party. He had acted like a madman, trying to hurt everyone he had laid his eyes on. Drew had had no choice but to seal his memories with dangerous hypnosis treatment.
  • Whatever those sealed memories were, they were definitely not good for Linford.
  • One proof was that Linford still suffered the trauma even after those memories had been blocked from his brain.
  • Sometimes, he would hurt himself when he had flashbacks. And it scared the hell out of Drew.
  • “I just met a girl in your office, actually... When I saw her face, I suddenly remembered some shattered clips. I wonder if I met her before. She could probably help me remember those memories naturally,” Linford murmured to himself.
  • Drew turned to look at him, “What did you remember?”
  • “They were all just a blur... It’s hard to tell,” Linford shook his head, “You haven’t answered my question yet. Will she be helpful or not?”
  • Drew took a sip from his coffee, “Well... Maybe she will be helpful if you get those flashbacks without hurting yourself. You probably met her before. So her presence can trigger some memories.”
  • Linford also had the same idea. But that girl said they hadn’t met before, and she didn’t look like she was lying.
  • It triggered him even more. Finally, Linford decided to figure out the truth.
  • ****
  • Cody looked happy as Cristelle told him and his sister that she had gotten the job.
  • “I’m proud of you, Mom,” the boy said seriously. Cristelle laughed and leaned over to kiss her little man on the cheek.
  • Candace stretched her arms out. Cristelle gave her a kiss on the forehead.
  • “We need to thank Jasper for this,” Cristelle smiled.
  • Cody pouted a bit. This Jasper was his Mom’s friend, and he tended to help his Mom whenever they were in trouble.
  • But Cody didn’t like that man.
  • “Go watch cartoons with your sister, Cody. Mommy will make a big meal to celebrate today,” Cristelle urged them.
  • “Okay,” Cody obediently followed as he held his sister’s chubby hand, leading her to the living room. Cristelle made the babies’ favorite dishes, and they enjoyed their dinner happily.
  • The next morning, she received a call from a strange lady telling her to register in the PD of the Daicom Corporation.
  • Cristelle’s mouth fell open. Everyone knew the Daicom Corporation’s name. It was the biggest company in this city... in this country even. Cristelle didn’t remember sending any resumes to Daicom Corporation. This company was way out of her league.
  • “You...probably get it wrong. Ma’am... I believe I passed the interview for a local hospital, not in your company,” Cristelle explained.
  • "No no, Miss Friesley. I’m sure you’re an employee of our company now. Please show up at 9 am. Our CEO demands to see you in person,” the lady at the other end said politely.
  • As stunned as Cristelle was, she still decided to show up at the company. She could still explain it to them in person if they got it wrong.
  • However, when she saw Linford sitting on that big chair behind the black wood desk, Cristelle suddenly lost her ability to form any words from her mouth.
  • “Doctor...” Cristelle’s mouth fell open.
  • “Please sit down, Miss Friesley,” Linford smiled at the beautiful woman. “By the way, the name is Linford Bradley.”
  • “MrBradley…” Cristelle sat down on the chair across his desk, her mouth going dry under his steady gaze.
  • Damn it! This man was that famous Linford Bradley. How could she be dense enough not to recognize him? No wonder she thought he looked familiar. A big figure like himself must constantly show up on local news.
  • But why didn’t you tell her the truth yesterday in the office? He didn’t even correct her when she called him a doctor.
  • What was wrong with this man?
  • Cristelle let out a long breath before looking Linford Bradley in the eyes, “Mr. Bradley, you probably got it wrong. But I actually thought you were Doctor Weston yesterday. That’s why I took our conversation as my interview. I wasn’t trying to apply for your company. I don’t think I will fit in here. This place is way out of my league.”
  • “I know,” Linford smiled, “But I saw that notebook of yours yesterday. I believe you’re the one who made those drafts. The design is absolutely amazing. You’re a talented woman, Miss Friesley. We can always use a creative mind like yours in our Fashion Department. Being a caretaker in the hospital will waste your talents, Miss Friesley. I can tell you genuinely love designing. This is a chance to take something you love as your career. Why don’t you take the offer, Miss Friesley? Not everyone has your luck.”
  • Cristelle blinked. She didn’t expect him to see her drafts so quickly. And why was this man so damn persuasive?
  • No wonder people were calling Linford Bradley “THE business genius”. He could sell a used Kleenex, and people would still empty their wallets for it.
  • “By the way, I’ve talked to Drew as well. He would talk to your friend so he wouldn’t feel betrayed. You can happily accept your dream job and get a salary above the average payment. I don’t see why any sane person would turn down an opportunity like this,” Linford whirled his chair behind the desk as he played with his pen.