Not A Small-Town Girl

"Hypnosis?" Luke frowned. "The research lab at the border is more advanced than we thought."

Lydia was also shocked. Although she was a doctor, she had never dealt with hypnosis, but the army did have a psychiatrist.

"Shouldn’t we find a hypnotist to reverse this? Otherwise, we won’t get anything out of them," Maximus said as he scratched his head, frustrated with the underhanded tactics.

"Let’s ask our psychiatrist if he can wake them up." Justin was slightly concerned. Hugh had escaped, and there was a chance he would return.

"I’m here, Captain Guerrero." Morgan, the psychiatrist, rushed into the room. "I tried several times yesterday but couldn’t wake them up.

Whoever did this is leagues ahead of me-I almost got caught in the hypnosis myself," he said dejectedly.

Morgan had been sure of his achievements in psychology up until this point. "That’s why I brought Danielle here today. She’s Quillon, the Hypnotist," Elliot said with a smile that couldn’t quite conceal his pride for his sister.

Morgan was stunned, staring at Danielle. Others might have been unaware, but in the world of psychology, Quillon was a legend.

"You’re Quillon? You’re my idol! You’ve had such an impact on my work." Morgan rushed forward, his face lighting up with excitement.

"Oh my... I can’t believe I’m meeting you in person." Morgan grabbed Danielle’s hand as tears streamed down his face.

Danielle arched an eyebrow as Morgan’s emotional outburst threatened to overwhelm him-and her clothes. "Calm down," she said.

Dumbfounded, everyone else watched as Morgan, the usually stoic doctor, completely lost his composure.