The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Taylor Ware, although fond of handling weapons, was after all a graduate of a prestigious university and had been influenced by Chestor Ware since childhood, gaining her own insights on how to manage a large company.

Greg mulled it over and finally decided to hand over the group to Taylor Ware; anyhow, Chestor Ware also held shares within the group, and the shares in the factories would eventually be converted to group shares.

If Taylor couldn’t do well, then Chestor could step in and help find a solution.

“Ah, the boss is so handsome.”

“Director Zhu is also very beautiful.”

“From my angle, the two of them look quite like a couple.”

“They’re about the same age, a talented man and a beautiful woman; they’re really quite a match, one in charge at home, the other in charge outside, couldn’t be better.”

“Director Zhu is the one in charge outside now, aren’t you thinking of having the boss in charge at home?”

“What’s wrong with that? Nowadays, it’s very normal for a man to take charge at home, isn’t it?”

As Greg Jensen and Taylor Ware ate and talked, the murmurs of conversation nearby were clearly audible to both of them.

Greg was fine with it, being battle-hardened and thick-skinned. But Taylor, still a young woman after all, blushed immediately upon hearing the employees’ gossip.

With her face red and ears hot, she turned her head and glared at the few employees who were gossiping, who upon seeing her look, swallowed hard and immediately fell silent.

Greg couldn’t help but tease, “Let them talk, why are you in such a hurry? Are you embarrassed?”

He paused slightly and pretended to be shocked, “I mean, you don’t really want to marry me, do you? I treat you like a brother, and you’re actually lusting after my body?”

“Who wants to marry you?”

At first Taylor was somewhat shy, but upon hearing what Greg said next, her expression suddenly turned cold, saying, “Are you full? If you are, let’s go to Locke Group.”

With that, she stood up, placed her tray in the collection area, and then strode toward the exit.

“Haha, I was just joking, don’t react so strongly,” Greg said, shaking his head and laughing as he turned in his tray and quickly followed after her.

…

In the provincial capital, inside a certain club.

Thump!

Ethan Locke, having just dealt with his grandfather’s funeral affairs, rushed to the provincial capital nonstop. Upon seeing Mick Simmons, he knelt down immediately and said with a trembling voice,

“Mr. Simmons, please help the Locke family. For so many years, the Lockes have been toiling without much recognition, please…

“Wait, don’t bring up recognition and toil. The Locke family indeed did a lot for the Simmons family, but you’ve also benefited from it, haven’t you?” Mick Simmons glanced at Donald Simmons beside him, a slight smile curling up at the corner of his mouth as he mercilessly cut off Ethan’s words.

“But…”

Ethan wanted to argue back but didn’t know what to say; he lay prostrate, head down, his body trembling slightly.

Looking down at him from above, Mick Simmons said, “In this world, all is for profit. I can help you, but what will you give me in return?”

Ethan’s head shot up, hope flickering in his eyes, only to see Mick Simmons watching him with an amused, quasi-smiling look.

Suddenly realizing, he hurriedly said, “Fragrant Spirit Grass! The Fragrant Spirit Grass is in Greg’s possession, I will find a way to get it!”

Mick Simmons let out a satisfied smile and said, “Fine, as long as you can get the Fragrant Spirit Grass, Locke Group is just a trifle. I’ll help you take it back!”

“Thank you, young Mr. Simmons!”

Ethan stood up, excitedly bowing deeply before quickly leaving.

Donald Simmons glanced at his receding figure and scoffed disdainfully, his eyes brimming with scorn as he asked, “Antonio, do you think this kid can handle it?”

“A cornered beast still fights; its courage is unstoppable!”

Mick Simmons turned his head, looking at his cousin with a smile, “The Lockes have raised a number of die-hard loyalists, all skilled in obvious strength.

Besides, this kid should still have quite a bit of cash on him, enough to make a serious stir.”

“I doubt that.”

Donald Simmons curled his lip, saying, “Greg Jensen is no pushover, can Ethan Locke really be his opponent?”

Mick Simmons laughed, “Even if he’s not a match for Greg, there’s no need to worry — at least he helped us find out where the Fragrant Spirit Grass is.”

Donald Simmons’s eyes lit up, laughing, “Right, I hadn’t thought of that. As long as the Fragrant Spirit Grass is indeed with Greg, I’ll personally go and demand it; would that kid dare not to hand it over?”

Upon hearing his cousin’s words, Mick Simmons suddenly envisioned that towering figure, his brow furrowed slightly, his expression a bit hesitant.

He always felt there was something indescribable and enigmatic about Greg Jensen.

Like a lofty mountain, proud and solitary, stirring within him, a scion of the Simmons family, an impulse to submit.

This feeling was quite unsettling, so much so that he instinctively didn’t want to clash with Greg.

But on second thought, he felt he was overthinking.

After all, he was just a country boy; even if he had some fighting skills, it was nothing to be concerned about.

The martial arts families in the capital were full of such young people skilled in combat.

…

Jamae, the Locke family villa.

The villa, usually bustling with noise, was now silent and lifeless; even the old woman who cooked daily meals had been sent away, leaving only Ethan Locke seated on the sofa.

Moments later, footsteps approached; Alan Locke entered with two bodyguards, escorting someone in.

“My dear nephew, I’ve brought your father back!”

As he spoke, Alan Locke waved his hand and the two bodyguards pushed Joe Locke forward, then kicked him behind his knees.

Joe Locke’s face was haggard, as if he hadn’t slept for days. His legs gave out, and with a thud, he fell to his knees.

He said irritably, “Ethan, no matter what, I’m still your father, how dare you make me kneel before you?”

Ethan slowly lifted his head, his face expressionless as he looked at his father, calmly saying, “Today, there are no fathers or sons, only the status within the family.

Joe Locke, now I ask you, why did the Locke family shares end up in Greg’s hands?”

“This…”

Joe Locke’s eyes shifted, but seeing the front and back doors blocked by the black-clothed bodyguards, with no chance of escape, his head drooped, speaking in a low voice:

“I can’t be blamed for this; it’s mainly because Greg was too cunning…”

He had made a trip to Phoenix County the past few days, waiting at the gate of Quinton Creed’s villa for several days, to no avail.

Later, he used local connections to get inside the villa, only to find it empty and deserted.

It was only then that he realized, the gambling game that day had been a setup from beginning to end.

From the initial winning to the later losing, and subsequently to the outright exposure of his intentions, it had all been about those shares he held.

However, by the time he realized that, it was too late!

Let alone that the shares were now with Greg and impossible to retrieve, even Quinton Creed had vanished without a trace, utterly unfindable.

Joe Locke was so annoyed he wanted to die, cursing himself for being so foolish. Someone had dug a deep pit, and he had naively jumped into it, unable to climb out.