Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Start a Career and Recruit Subordinates

Those were the only two Wynter hadn’t attacked.

Carl was shocked when he heard that. How did she know he did this for them?

She said lazily, “It doesn’t make any difference if you accept your orders or mine. You might as well

work for me; at least my work is legal.”

Carl had taken so many orders, including helping a client catch an adulterer, intimidating a mistress,

and dealing with a mother–in–law.

There were also terrible orders, such as forcing an old man to give up his house for

his daughter–in–law.

There were all kinds of orders. But usually, ordinary people were afraid of them. Even if those people

were fearless, nobody regarded them as good people.

It was the first time they had failed to intimidate someone. And now, this girl even

wanted to recruit them!

Carl said in a low voice, “We won’t do anything outrageous.”

“I’m a doctor. I treat patients. How outrageous can I be?” Wynter replied with a smile.

Carl still didn’t believe she was a doctor. He was about to speak when she interrupted, “That lame boy

was injured in a car accident. He’ll feel pain on cloudy and rainy days. He was injured not long ago.”

Not only Carl’s but the young gangster’s eyes widened. “How do you know that?”

“Is it that surprising?” Wynter replied calmly. “All the doctors can see through a patient’s condition. It’s

just at different stages.”

Carl looked a little excited. He trembled as he asked, “Then, can you heal his leg? We’re willing to pay

any amount!”

“Uncle Carl, I don’t need it.” The lame boy stepped closer to them.

It was only under the streetlight that Wynter saw him clearly. He was young, 15 years, old at most, and

his appearance was completely different from the gangsters,

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delicate and fair. His short white hair seemed natural and quite eye-catching. He hid

it with a baseball cap.

Carl scolded him, “Whitley, shut up!”

Whitley lowered his eyes. “We have no money. There isn’t much pain.”

Carl smiled. “Miss, don’t listen to him. Please tell me how to treat him. I’ll make the

arrangements.”

Wynter looked over and asked, “He called you Uncle Carl. Are you related?”

He stroked Whitley’s head and answered, “Yes.”

She walked closer, lowering her gaze. “Did you pick up this ‘relative‘ from the dump

half a year ago?”

Whitley looked wary. “Uncle Carl, let’s go. I don’t need treatment.‘

Carl stopped him, smiling apologetically at Wynter. “Miss, he’s a bit ignorant. Please

don’t mind.”

She smiled gently. “I also have a kid I picked up from the dump.”

Upon hearing that, Whitley raised his head abruptly, hesitating to speak.

Wynter said unhurriedly, “Treating his leg won’t be difficult. If you guys work for me, I’ll pay you on time.

I don’t care where you go. You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t harm others.”

“Can we still get paid?” the young gangster’s eyes lit up.

Carl also saw hope. “Can Whitley’s leg be treated?”

“So far, there’s no disease that I can’t treat.” Wynter spoke lazily.

Studying the red mole between Whitley’s eyebrows, she smiled suddenly. “Besides, Whitley and I are

destined.”

Dalton, who had been silent the entire time, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked

at them.

Carl agreed happily, “As long as you can treat Whitley’s leg, we’ll do anything you say!”

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Wynter held out her hand. “Give me the phone.”

He did so, not knowing what she was going to do.

She scanned the code then instructed, “Come to the Empathy Clinic at 10:00 am

tomorrow.”