Chapter 169: Beauty
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 169: Beauty

“Still no news for now.” The man’s voice was thick and heavy. “We’ve investigated all the patients who have been discharged from the mental asylums near the capital recently. We do not find the person you describe.”

“Expand the search.” A flash crossed the girl’s brows. “And… He might have a fat guy following him.”

“A fat guy?” The man smiled sadly, “That is nothing special. There are fat people everywhere.”

“But this fat guy is different.” The girl was reminded of Fatty’s agility, which didn’t match his size. She took a deep breath. “This fat dude is extremely agile. Pay attention to that.”

The man on the other end of the phone was startled. He didn’t get it. How agile could a fat guy be?

The girl hung up. The large bedroom became quiet again. The girl pulled her hair into a simple ponytail and jumped down from the bed. She ignored her slippers and walked to the floor-length window with her bare feet. She pulled back the curtain, and the afternoon sun shone on her face. The girl narrowed her eyes and looked out.

She only had on a thin wine-red slip. Her skin was fair and almost breakable. Her figure was small but fit. She was not afraid of any Peeping Toms because there was only an azure lake before her eyes. A few minutes later, she turned to a spot about two meters to her left. There was a wooden easel there. An animal fur rug was spread on the hardwood floor.

A sketch was placed on the easel. It was the sketch of a young man. The sketch showcased the painter’s exceptional skill. With just a few strokes, the man’s essence was captured. His appearance was flawless, the kind rich women would easily fall for.

The girl leaned against the window and studied the portrait until her gaze turned cold. “Mr. Yi,” A smile lit up her face. “You better hide well.”

Achuu!

People thronged about the market. Fatty carried the basket and looked around. So far, he had sneezed more than twenty times already. When some of the pedestrians saw him, they quickly put on their masks.

‘Is Doctor thinking about me?’ That was w

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