The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 209: 209: Scheming_1

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Scheming_1

Louisa Burley heard this and her face instantly reddened, stammering, “Vivian, what are you talking about? How could that be possible?

I just… just think Greg is a nice person, that’s all. I definitely don’t have the kind of thoughts you’re implying.”

Facing Vivian Shimpson’s skepticism, Louisa Burley tried hard to defend herself, but her voice got quieter and quieter. In the end, she couldn’t even convince herself to continue.

Vivian Shimpson’s expression turned serious as she said in a stern voice, “Louisa, I warn you, you are someone with an engagement, you must not act recklessly.

If something really happens and the Carters find out, both your family and Greg will face dire consequences.

Moreover, Greg is nothing but a swindler, he’s not worthy of you. Don’t fall for him just because he treats you nicely.”

“Mm.”

Louisa Burley hung her head low, staring at the coffee table, and gently nodded her head.

Just then, someone suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.

When Vivian Shimpson saw who it was, she was stunned and exclaimed in surprise, “Dad, what brings you here?”

“I just passed by and thought it looked like you. Louisa is here too, huh.”

“Hello Uncle Tang.”

Louisa Burley and Vivian Shimpson were high school classmates, often visiting each other’s homes, so naturally Louisa knew Callum Shaw.

She quickly stood up, smiling as she greeted him.

“Please, sit down, no need to stand up, we’re all family here.”

Callum Shaw nodded at Louisa Burley with a smile, saying, “I was just having tea with Wallace Carter. He got a call, said there was a guest at the KTV who wanted to see him.

Since I had nothing better to do, I came along.”

“Oh.”

Vivian Shimpson smiled and spoke in a coquettish tone, “Dad, you better go now, we still have some whispers to share.”

“Make sure you come home early tonight.”

“Ugh, alright, I know, old man, so annoying.”

Callum Shaw glared at her affectionately, “Look at you, all grown up, yet you still act like a child, always so restless. What will you do when you get married?”

“I’m never getting married. I’ll stay by your side every day, is that okay now?”

“Haha, that would be wonderful.”

Callum Shaw laughed out loud, “Okay then, you two stay here, I’ll go see Old Carter.”

“Goodbye Uncle.”

Callum Shaw nodded and left the private room, heading toward the manager’s office.

Inside the office, Greg Jensen sat opposite Wallace Carter, with Theo Carter sitting carefully to one side, cautiously pouring tea for the four of them.

Spencer Burley felt the atmosphere was somewhat tense. He glanced at Greg, stood up, and said with a smile, “Um… you guys go ahead and talk, I’ll go back to the private room.”

“Alright, good, I’ll come in a bit,” Greg nodded.

Wallace Carter quickly stood up, smiling, “Spencer, go and have fun, just charge it to Theo’s account later.”

“Haha, thanks Uncle Carter.”

After Spencer Burley left, the office fell silent again.

“What did you want to see me about? Speak up,” Greg said flatly.

Wallace Carter smiled at Greg, “Mr. Jensen, the main reason we’ve asked you to come over is to enquire if you could take a look at our Theo. Perhaps he could follow you.”

Greg glanced at Theo Carter and scoffed, “You want me to take him as an apprentice?”

“It would be the best if he could be your disciple. Even if that’s not possible, having him learn some life lessons by your side would still be beneficial,” Wallace replied.

“Sorry, I’ve already got a few people under me and I’m not interested in taking on anyone else right now,” Greg gently shook his head, as Carl Stuart tended to the village matters, and Brandon Brent would come to Jamae City in a few days to help him.

He really didn’t need Theo Carter in such a role now.

Wallace Carter hesitated for a moment before carefully asking, “Then… may I ask you something?”

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“The medicine that Carter took last time, is it completely gone from his system?”

Greg Jensen was startled for a moment, then realized what he meant. To test Carter’s sincerity last time, he had casually given Wallace a Sanqing Pill to be administered to Carter.

Greg hadn’t thought much of it and later forgot about it.

Seeing the father and son’s hopeful faces, Greg chuckled and said, “You old man, you’re still quite sharp-minded.”

Hearing his words, Theo Carter looked confused, while Wallace Carter’s face changed dramatically, and he asked anxiously, “Will it act up again?”

“Once a week,” Greg said expressionlessly.

This time, Theo Carter understood; the medicine he took last time had not been completely cleared from his system.

Every week, he would have to endure that excruciating pain of a thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

Remembering the desperate pain of not being able to live but also not being able to die, Theo’s complexion instantly turned pale as he fell to the ground with a thud, pleading, “Mr. Jensen, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please cure me of that poison.”

Seeing his son kneel down, Wallace didn’t try to stop him. Instead, he shakily stood up, preparing to kneel before Greg as well.

Greg frowned and said, “Enough, don’t kneel. It’s useless, I haven’t yet developed an antidote to completely clear the Sanqing Pill, so your kneeling is in vain.”

Hearing this, the father and son were dumbfounded.

Wallace seemed to age ten years in an instant, while Theo simply collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

He murmured, “What should I do now…”

Wallace, after all, was an old hand in the game and quickly collected himself, asking, “Mr. Jensen, could you give us more of that palliative medicine?

You can rest assured, starting today, no matter what task you have, our Carter family will go all out, through fire and water, and never shirk.”

Greg initially didn’t want to bother with them, thinking of giving them some antidote and letting nature take its course.

However, after hearing Wallace’s words, he suddenly changed his mind and after a moment’s thought, he said,

“There’s actually a small matter. If you handle it well, I can give you three years’ worth of the antidote.

After three years, I’ll have developed a cure to completely clear the Sanqing Pill.”

Wallace immediately grew excited and promptly said, “Mr. Jensen, just say it, we will not refuse any task within our capabilities.”

Greg said, “It’s not a big deal; you just need to keep an eye on someone for me.

Watch over all her affairs, especially the unseemly ones, and keep evidence of them for me. Can you manage that?”

“We can!”

Wallace immediately assured him, “It’s not just one person, we can handle ten with no problem.”

After saying this, however, he hesitated somewhat and asked, “May I know who this person you want us to watch is?”

Greg replied indifferently, “Ethan Locke’s girlfriend, Cindy Harrison.”

Wallace’s expression changed, and he asked almost incredulously, “The Locke from the Locke family?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

On hearing this, father and son both were stunned; they had guessed that the person Greg wanted them to watch would be no ordinary individual.

But they had never imagined the person would be of such importance.

The Locke family, while not having many offspring in this generation, held sway over profitable industries like energy and medicine and conducted very large-scale business, making it no exaggeration to call them the First Family of Jamae.

As the only male heir of his generation, Ethan Locke was lavished with all the family’s favor and had begun learning how to manage the family affairs quite early, clearly poised to be the next Family Head.

It could be said that anything related to Ethan Locke was a major issue.

Greg intended to investigate his girlfriend, which was akin to puncturing a hole in the sky, wasn’t it?