Chapter 39 Who Are You Talking About

Useless trash?

A sharp look flashed through Cedric's eyes. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and flashed a roguish smile.

Though he was smiling, he gave others a dangerous feeling. Clint shivered at the gloom that came off Cedric in waves.

When Clint came back to his senses, his expression was displeased.

Wasn't Cedric just a waiter? Why should he feel scared of a simple waiter?

More laughable was this waiter himself. Where did he find his confidence to look at Clint in such a way?

Just as Clint was about to explode in an outrage, Dr. Quinn cough. "Please don't cause a scene. With Dr. Connor here, the patient will be fine. Settle your other matters once the surgery ends."

After Dr. Quinn said that, he put his mask back on and went back into the operating room.

The light on top of the operating room was still lit. After a moment of bewilderment, Clint felt rage stuck in his chest. He wouldn't feel better until he let it all out.

Wearing a dark expression, Clint glared a