Chapter 262


    Chapter 262


    A woman suddenly collided into Dr. Brice, causing his phone to tumble onto the ground. Dr. Brice had


    used this phone for many years, and he frowned as he looked down at the woman sprawled on the


    pavement.


    “Are you alright?” he asked politely, extending a hand to help her up.


    The woman, however, red at him. “Don’t you look where you’re going?”


    If his memory served him right, it was she who had charged into him. But he chose not to argue,


    instead bending down to pick up his cracked phone.


    “I’m sorry,” he said gently.


    Seeing that she had no inclination to ept his help, he turned to leave.


    “Wait!” The woman called from behind him.


    Dr. Brice turned back to look at the woman. She was beautiful, her long hair reaching her waist. There


    was something familiar about her.


    He sifted his memories, then asked, “Have we met somewhere before?”


    At this, Annalise Hansen broke intoughter as she replied, “Sir, are you still using pickup lines from


    the 70s?”


    She attempted to stand, but a sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing her to fall back onto the


    ground. Luckily, Dr. Brice was quick to react, catching her before she could hit the ground again.


    Instead of a thank you, however, what greeted him was a shriek, followed by a resounding p.


    The force of the p nearly knocked him off bnce.


    It was only when the woman red at his hand did he realize that he had caught her right at her chest.


    He suddenly pushed Annalise away, causing an unprepared Annalise to fall on the ground once again


    and sat on the floor.


    “I’m sorry,” Dr. Brice apologized, looking at Annalise who was now sitting on the ground.


    Rubbing her bottom, she queried, “Are you doing this on purpose?”


    “What?”


    “Never mind. Help me up! I think I sprained my ankle…” Annalise extended her hand toward Dr. Brice.”


    He helped her up, only to hear her ask, “Do you always harass women like this?”


    Ignoring Annalise’s sarcasm, Dr. Brice helped her onto a nearby bench. He then crouched down to


    examine her ankle.


    As she was wearing a skirt, Annalise instinctively drew back her leg.


    “What are you doing?” she demanded, “I’m calling the police!”


    “You broke my phone, otherwise I could have called the police for you,” Dr. Brice replied, lifting her


    ankle to remove her high heels and check her injury.


    Before she could protest, Dr. Brice pressed firmly on her injured ankle. Her words turned into a sharp


    cry of pain. “What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?”


    She raised her hand to hit him.


    He caught her hand and told her, “You have a sprained ankle, but thankfully, it’s not dislocated and


    there are no fractures. You’re lucky.”


    “How do you know it’s just a sprain? How can you be sure it’s not dislocated or broken? You pressed


    too hard, you might have injured it even more! You can’t just run away, I’m taking you to the police!”


    “The police?” Dr. Brice turned andughed, then scooped her up into his arms.


    “Where are you taking me?” Annalise asked, gripping his shoulders in surprise.


    At this point, she looked around and noticed that there was no one at the parking door. So she


    immediately changed the subject and said to Dr. Brice, “I see that you dress well, not like a jerk. Where


    are you taking me?”


    To the police station,” Dr. Brice replied. He had never met a woman quite as challenging as Annalise.


    She had charged into him, destroyed his phone, and now, she was threatening to take him to the


    police.


    He put her in the passenger seat of his car and got into the driver’s seat. As Annalise was unbuckling


    her seatbelt, preparing to leave, he started the car, preventing her from leaving.


    “What, don’t want to go to the police?” He asked her defiantly as he started the car and prevented her


    from leaving.


    Annalise had heard from Dn that Adeline wasing for a blind date and Dn identally told


    Elliot about watch the fun, but she hadn’t expected to run into this situation.


    She turned to look at Dr. Brice, then began to analyze the him based on the car he was driving, and


    how might be a con artist?”


    “What?” Dr. Brice turned to her. “How do you know I’m a con artist?”


    Over the years she had known Dn, she had learned to analyze people, just like him.


    Out of curiosity, she had decided to


    was dressed, and finally said uncertainly, “You


    She said, “Firstly, based on your clothing. You’re wearing a high-end striped wool suit worth $20,000


    and your matte calfskin shoes aren’t cheap either. However, you don’t have any jewelry, no status-


    showing watch, no ring, no ne, no tattoos. Yet, you’re driving a car that’s only worth $30,000. I


    guess you’ve juste from an important event, dressed neatly, maybe out of vanity or to deceive


    others. You’re not wearing a watch, perhaps because you don’t have a good-looking one and don’t


    want people to find out you’re wearing a fake. But this suit, it’s of decent taste.”


    Listening to her analysis, Dr. Brice gave her a look. “You really think too much.”


    In the end, Dr. Brice didn’t take Annalise to the police station. He took her straight to Tranquil Care


    Hospital instead.


    Even though Dr. Brice was a neer to Tranquil Care Hospital, his reputation was already


    legendary, and virtually everyone in the hospital was familiar with his name. Considering his


    recruitment was personally overseen by the hospital director, it was no surprise that Brice was a well-


    known figure in the medicalmunity.


    When staff saw Dr. Brice, dressed immactely and apanied by an attractive woman, they were


    taken aback.


    Dr. Brice introduced Annalise to the surgical department. Upon meeting Dr. Brice, the head of surgery,


    Dr. Anstice, asked with a smile, “Is this your girlfriend, Brice?”


    Before Dr. Brice could deny it, Annalise turned to him, astonished, and asked, “You’re a doctor?”


    “No, I’m a professional con artist.” Dr. Brice gave a yful tap on Dr. Anstice’s shoulder, “Could you


    lend a hand, Anstice? I found this patient on the street.” She turned to Dr. Brice and said, “I’m perfectly


    fine, I don’t need to see a doctor!”


    “Your name.”


    “Annalise.”


    “Your age.”


    “Eighteen.”


    Dr. Brice repeated, “Your age.”


    Annalise licked her lips slightly and answered somewhat guiltily, “Eighteen.”


    Dr. Anstice couldn’t help butugh at this, while Dr. Brice added, “Ms. Annalise, you look incredibly


    young.”


    “Your…”


    “Age.”


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    “Dr. Anstice, could you handle this for me while I arrange a psychiatric appointment for her?” Dr. Brice


    said, preparing to leave.


    Annalise quickly jumped up and caught Dr. Brice by his arm, “Twenty-nine!”


    “Oh, so you’re a year older than Dr. Brice! Ms. Annalise, you’ve aged very well, it’s virtually


    unnoticeable.” Dr. Ansticemented with a chuckle. Annalise turned her head and red at Dr.


    Anstice, and before she could say anything, the phone rang. Answering the call, she greeted, “Julie.” “I


    just heard you were at the hotel. Why didn’t I see you? Adeline and Elliot have already left.” Julie’s


    voice came through the phone.


    “I’ve had quite the unlucky day, I’ve ended up at Tranquil Care Hospital…”


    “The hospital? What happened?” Julie asked with concern.


    “Nothing serious, just twisted my ankle.”


    “Are you alone there?” Julie probed.


    “Yes.” Annalise confirmed.


    “Wait for me at the hospital, I’lle to pick you up.” With that, Julie grabbed her purse and her


    bodyguard, Bolt, and headed out the door.,


    She could leave the house, but she must have Bolt with her at all times, so Julie had a beefy


    bodyguard on her side


    Dr. Brice on the other end of the line frowned when he heard Julie’s name,


    “Julie, the wife of Simpo Co’s CEO?”


    “You’re a con artist who knows about current events! You remember the names of the wealthy people


    to cheat them, right?” Annalise was somewhat dissatisfied with Dr. Brice.


    Dr. Brice didn’t argue with Annalise, just asked again, “What did you say your name is?” “Annalise! Got


    it?”


    “Annalise…” Dr. Brice mumbled the name again, then took out his phone and searching her name. He


    saw the profile on the web page, then looked at Annalise again, it is so, she was a well-known


    ceramist, young artist, Annalise. He seemed to have identally read in the newspaper, but he didn’t


    think that she and Julie knew each other, and that she had some love affairs before. The media had


    once sensationalized a love triangle involving Julie, Annalise, and Kieran. They even dug up their past


    from their university days. Some even imed that Bertha Stewart had meddled in the rtionship


    between Julie and Kieran, or that Julie hade between Annalise and Kieran.


    Upon seeing the news article that Dr. Brice was reading, Annalise scoffed, “Only fools would believe


    this!!”


    He replied to the news article, “Kieran made the right choice. He loves Julie, and that’s the correct


    decision.”


    Annalise pointed to Dr. Brice and said, “You…”


    Dr. Brice turned and went out to help her make a doctor’s appointment, leaving an indifferent back.


    Meanwhile, Bolt drove Julie to the Tranquil Care Hospital. As he waited for the traffic light to turn green,


    he was about to drive off…


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