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"Have you noticed anything unusual in the room during this period?" the receptionist asked patiently.

"Not really." The middle-aged woman was very honest.

"It's a psychological problem. Ma'am, you need to convince yourself and get used to it."

After all, the middle-aged woman still can't get over the hurdle in her heart.

She knew this too, so she asked, "Can your firm provide this kind of service? I feel like I can't calm down."

The receptionist looked embarrassed.

When it comes to catching ghosts, those little witches upstairs are good at it.

But advise people...

Is hypnosis okay?

The receptionist knew that this was only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure.

Just as he was about to shake his head, a fragrant breeze approached.

"Let me do it."

The receptionist turned around upon hearing the voice and saw a strange woman approaching her. She said to the middle-aged woman in a friendly tone: "Madam, can you tell me about your experience..."

The strange woman was Claire.

Her main job is a psychotherapist. She was previously hired by the airport to provide psychological counseling to airport staff and passengers.

After experiencing the curse of death, she had no aversion to the supernatural and was very effective in persuading the middle-aged woman.

Looking at the middle-aged woman who looked much better while chatting with Claire, Zoe thoughtfully called the receptionist over and asked:

"Are there many cases like this?"

The receptionist nodded: "Indeed, there are quite a few."

Zoe understood.

Robb, she and everyone else in the firm overlooked one thing: ghosts and the like could be solved, but that didn't mean the psychological trauma caused to the client would disappear.

Even with the facts right in front of them, some people still have worries in their hearts.

This is already considered a mental illness.

Zoe felt like she had discovered a blue ocean.

In the past, the firm neglected follow-up services. Looking at the current situation, it is entirely possible to offer a new psychological therapy service to generate new revenue for the firm.

All you have to do is open your mouth.

After all, everyone is here.

Zoe looked at Claire.

After the psychological treatment was over and the middle-aged woman left as if she had put down a heavy burden, she went straight to the point and invited him, "Claire, are you interested in working in the firm?"

Claire looked surprised.

She had been out of work after being in the safe house for several months, and now she could work for Robb, so of course she agreed.

But is Zoe so generous and reassuring?

Claire didn't quite understand.

Zoe smiled calmly at this.

Unlike Madison, who was the pursuer, he always wanted to impress Robb and was willing to bring many people on board for this purpose.

All she needs to do is to remain calm.

After adventuring outside and going through storms and waves, the final destination will always be that quiet bay.

Therefore, no matter how many storms there are, whether they are created by ourselves or by outsiders.

So what?

Everything has its own rules.

Chapter 420 Stephanie

Rafter, Colorado.

In a restaurant, Stephanie, wearing an orange waitress uniform, was moving between tables, serving plates and taking orders, very skillfully.

"Muffins and hot milk."

Stephanie came to a table of families with children and put down the plate and cup of milk in front of the little girl's surprised gaze.

“We don’t have any cows…” The girl’s mother, whose family was in financial difficulty, quickly refused to accept the gift.

“This is a gift.”

Stephanie interrupted with a smile, giving the little girl a bright smile as she left.

Of course the restaurant would not offer milk as a gift on its own initiative; this was just a small token of her appreciation.

When she saw the little girl, she felt as if she saw the loss she felt as a child when she pitifully wanted toys and food but was coldly rejected by her parents.

It's possible that she doesn't want the same thing to happen to other girls, especially right under her nose.

Stephanie didn't know that all of this had been seen by the restaurant owner.

"Gift? Give?"

Behind the counter, the overweight boss came up behind Stephanie who was washing dishes and said something incredulous.

Stephanie curled her lips, didn't turn around, and continued to do her work, "I didn't buy it anyway. Instead of letting it expire, I might as well give it away."

Hearing Stephanie's words, the fat boss first showed the displeasure of a capitalist, then noticed the curvy and hot back of the girl in front of him, and his tone changed, saying frivolously:

"Since it's your gift, you have to pay a little price."

As he said this, he made an obscene move to move his lower body against Stephanie's buttocks.

But his belly was too big and I couldn't touch it no matter how hard I tried.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, leaned back hard, and as he screamed in pain, she turned her head and said coldly:

"I warned you, you fat pig, not to touch me like that!"

Stephanie, a slim and beautiful woman, was spotted by the fat boss when she first came to do odd jobs.

The latter really wanted to make some moves.

But how could Stephanie, who once braved the gang's lair with Robb, saw many dead people along the way, and even took action herself, let the fat boss get his way?

After teaching him a lesson, I thought this guy had calmed down, but today he was horny and wanted to come back again just by picking on one of my questions.

It seems that I can't stay here anymore.

Stephanie increased her pressure.

"Let go! Let go!" the fat boss said, shaking with pain.

"Shut up!"

As Stephanie spoke, she took out a few US dollars from her pocket and stuffed them directly into the fat boss's mouth and said:

"Here's money for the muffins and milk. Keep the change."

After saying that, Stephanie slapped the fat boss on the face a few times and left the restaurant without looking back.

After firing her boss, Stephanie, no longer in her waitress uniform, came to her own car in a very hot outfit.

With her financial situation, she couldn't afford the car in front of her.

It's just that the last time I went on an adventure with Robb, I made a small fortune from the other party's gifts, so I have some spare money.

Thanks Robb!

It's been a while since we last saw each other, and Stephanie really missed him.

Not only because of the opponent's superb physical skills.

There are also exciting adventures that you have never experienced before.

“I feel like I’m getting rusty!”

Stephanie sighed as she got in the car.

When she returned to her peaceful life, she did not find it as happy as she had imagined, but rather very boring.

Sometimes Stephanie even wanted to grab a shotgun and go on another adventure with Robb.

"Let's think about our living expenses first."

Stephanie shook her head, started the car and drove away.

However, the good times did not last long, as white smoke suddenly came out from the front of the car.

Stephanie quickly stopped the car, walked to the front of the car, opened the hood and checked it.

Just when she was at her wit's end.

"Do you need help?"

A middle-aged man who looked a bit vicissitudes of life came over, looked at the car and said,

"It's not a big problem. If you don't mind, I can fix it."

After looking the man up and down, Stephanie said, "No problem, thank you."

"Can you let me get off afterward?" the man stated his purpose.

He was in the restaurant where Stephanie worked before. He was in urgent need of transportation and soon set his eyes on Stephanie's car, which led to their current meeting.

Hearing this, Stephanie uttered “Huh” and showed an expression that said “it’s not that simple after all”.

She put her hands on her hips, looked around and saw nothing but empty space, and said with a curled lip, "The farthest I can take you is Blackfoot Falls, where there is a motel."

"That's good."

The middle-aged man carrying a shoulder bag nodded.

"Milton."

"Stephanie."

After a brief introduction, Milton quickly fixed the car.

When the two were about to get in the car, Stephanie, who opened the door, supported the roof with one hand, raised her eyebrows at Milton and said, “You should know that I usually don’t let people take the car.”

"I didn't raise a finger either," Milton replied calmly.

The two drove away.

Shortly after.

A neat and clean man in a black suit came to the restaurant where Stephanie worked.

Just at this moment, the fat boss and another waitress came out to take out the trash.

Seeing this, the man in the suit took off his sunglasses, snapped his fingers and said, "Hey, fat pig, come here."

"What? What did you call me just now?" The fat boss walked over angrily.

"I call you a fat pig. Stop arguing. Unless you want me to call you a dead fat pig." The man in the suit said calmly, "Listen, I'm looking for someone, about 40 years old, 1 meters tall, and may dress a little weird."

At this point, the man in the suit suddenly sensed something and said to the fat boss, "He has been here before, he doesn't have much luggage, he might have walked. Have you seen him?"

The fat boss did not answer, but asked another question with an ugly look on his face: "Who are you?"

The man in the suit said, "I'm an 'accountant'. A mortal like you can't understand. Forget it, let's be direct."

The accountant snapped his fingers again.

The fat boss' eyes were confused. When asked again, he shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

The accountant was a little disappointed.

At this moment, another waitress who was being ignored suddenly said, "I've seen that man. He went in that direction, on foot. By the way, he asked me about the location of Stillwater Swamp."

"Stillwater Swamp?"