"Mr. Farrell!" at this time, Ben Channing flung the door open without a knock and rushed in rapidly.
Jared frowned with displeasure and asked, "What happened?"
Instead of responding, Ben looked around the office, searching for something.
Jared compressed his lips and asked coldly, "What are you looking for?"
"Mr. Farrell, where is Miss Reed?" asked Ben.
Hearing the name, Jared recalled what he had done to the cup and he slightly rubbed his lips. He looked down and said, "She left."
"Left?" Ben asked loudly.
Jaren Farrell rubbed his temples and walked towards his desk. He asked, "What do you want with her?"
"Mr. Farrell, don't you remember that I have just been to the Cobalt Coast?" Ben replieds.
Hearing this, Jared stopped and turned around. He stared at Ben and asked, "What do you mean? Maple Leaf has something to do with Amber?'
His heart began to beat faster and faster.
Ben nodded heavily and said, "Yes. I have been to Cobalt Coast and found out the mailing address of Maple Leaf. Turns out it's the Reed's villa."
"Amber is Maple Leaf?!" Jared was goggle-eyed. He clenched his fist tightly and even trembled a little.
Ben responded rapidly, "Yes, Miss Reed is definitely Maple Leaf, 100% for sure! Maple Leaf once said that she had a step-mother and sister and she had a dog called Spotty. And now it turned out that the mailing address points to the Reed's villa. Miss Reed must be Maple Leaf."
After such a long statement, Ben gasped a little. He readjusted his breath and continued, "Above all, although Maple Leaf's handwriting was not as mature as Miss Reed's handwriting, they were definitely written by the same person. But we didn't notice that. What's more, Miss Reed and Maple Leaf have the same life story and background, which can't be a coincidence. It was so strange that we didn't even think about that before."
Ben patted on his head and muttered, "Is there anything wrong with my brain?"
Jared slammed the desk, blue veins throbbing on his arms. He said, "No, there was nothing wrong with your brain. Someone did something to prevent us from thinking from this aspect."
All the Farrell family as well as Ben knew his story with Maple Leaf, but none of them found out the similarities between Maple Leaf and Amber.
This meant that all of them had been influenced by that mysterious power.
Ben didn't understand Jared. He gaped, "Mr. Farrell, do you mean that someone doesn't want us to know Miss Reed is Maple Leaf? Who's that ‘someone'? Is that Makenna? But it doesn't make sense…"
Ben shook his head and refuted his guess. He continued, "It is quite normal that Makenna doesn't want us to know the truth, but she can't control our thoughts. None of us has ever thought about the similarities between Miss Reed and Maple Leaf, which is so bizarre."
"Do you believe that there is a kind of mysterious power that can control our thoughts and feelings?" Jared suddenly asked.
Ben was confused by the question at first. And then, he smiled and answered, "Of course, there is. It is called hypnosis."
After his words, something suddenly occurred to him and he said, "Mr. Farrell, so you went to your psychologist because you thought that you had been hypnotized, right? Well, I had thought that you went to him because you were too stressed."
Ben could also infer from what Mr. Farrell just said that Ben himself seemed to have be hypnotized too.
There was unfathomable darkness in Jared's eyes. His silence confirmed Ben's guess.
Although Dr. Swift told him that he hadn't been hypnotized, he still believed his guess was right.
Dr. Swift just couldn't see it.
Maybe the one who had hypnotized him was more accomplished in hypnosis than Dr. Swift.
Trapped in confusion, Ben rubbed his face and murmured, "How could that be…"
Jared looked down and gave his order, "From now on, you need to find out and contact the best hypnotists in the world. The more, the better."
"Yes, sir!" Ben responded immediately with determination.
If they had truly been hypnotized, they would need help from the best hypnotists.
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