Claire's heart sank, and she had no choice but to follow the man in front of her. She took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Miller is dead. What do you want with a corpse? Also, your face is actually..."
"Enough!" Cole shouted coldly, interrupting Claire's words. "I know you're a doctor, and your medical skills aren't bad. However, don't say anything to me. If my face could be cured, I wouldn't believe it!"
Claire pursed her lips, shook her head, and said, "How will you know if you don't try?"
"Shut up!" Cole yelled at her again, then gritted his teeth viciously and said, "Let me tell you, I hate when people talk about their faces, and I hate it even more when they mention their appearance!"
After finishing, he reached into the purse on his back, took out a photo, and threw it on Claire's lap. When Claire saw the contents of the photo clearly, her pupils suddenly shrank a few times.
