Chapter 620:
Kristen folded her arms and sneered coldly. “Some people, lacking any real ability, can only envy the talents of others. Mr. Healing Hand, please don’t stoop to the level of such ignorance.”
Amid the torrent of accusations, Rylie remained composed. Clutching the sachet, she walked steadily through the crowd toward the man known as “Healing Hand,” who had yet to so much as glance at her.
“Healing Hand?” Her voice was light, almost teasing. “Neville Hussain, it’s been years since we last crossed paths, and it seems you’ve carved out quite the reputation overseas. But tell me, do you truly dare claim this title?”
The name “Neville Hussain” landed like a thunderbolt. The man froze in place, every trace of composure vanishing in an instant.
His head whipped toward the source of the voice. When his eyes locked on the young woman standing there, her lips curved in a faint, knowing smile, the serene facade shattered completely. Terror and disbelief flooded his face.
How could she possibly be here?
“Who… who are you?” Neville stammered, his voice cracking under the strain, his complexion drained of all color. Thick beads of sweat rolled from his forehead and temples, streaming down to soak his perfectly groomed beard and pristine collar.
Rylie closed the distance with unhurried steps, a faint smile curving her lips. “We met in the arena, and now you pretend not to remember?”
One step from Rylie was all it took for his body to quake violently. His legs faltered, forcing him to stumble backward, barely keeping himself from crumpling to the floor.
“Is it truly you?”
The shocking twist left everyone nearby stunned and speechless.
Frank leaned closer to Kristen, his voice low and trembling with disbelief. “What’s going on? Why does the ‘Healing Hand’ you brought look terrified of Miss Owen?”
Kristen, equally shaken, forced herself to stay composed. “I don’t understand! But he’s the renowned doctor my father went to such lengths to hire, spending a fortune and pulling every string possible! Everyone calls him the Healing Hand. There’s no way my father could have been mistaken!”
Meanwhile, Neville’s mind had gone completely blank, consumed by a terror he could not suppress as memories long buried clawed their way back to life.
Years ago, after his family’s downfall, crushing debts drove him into the shadows. He became a back-alley doctor in a brutal underground fight club, where blood and death were constant companions.
One night, as he knelt over a broken body in the filth of the backstage, the arena above exploded with a roar unlike anything he had ever heard.
Through a narrow gap in the wall, he caught sight of a young girl, barely looking of age, standing at the arena’s center. Twin blades glinted in her hands as she faced two starving lions that hadn’t tasted food in three days.
Everyone believed she was as good as dead. Yet, with unnerving composure and flawless precision, she brought the monstrous beasts down one after another.
The arena exploded into deafening cheers at her astonishing triumph, but the celebration was short-lived. From the lower cages, more beasts broke free, surging into the stands, mauling and killing without mercy. In an instant, the spectacle turned into a nightmare of carnage.
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