The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Chapter 215 What Counts for a Billionaire_1

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Alfredo Harrison scoffed, “Heh, driving an H6? I’ve seen billionaires who drive beat-up vans. What’s an H6 compared to that?”

Ella Milton’s eyes lit up at the thought of Greg Jensen’s handsome face and his tall and imposing figure, and she couldn’t help but feel weak in the knees.

As she looked at Alfredo Harrison, her gaze became somewhat disdainful.

If she had to choose, she would naturally pick the young and handsome Greg Jensen. Why would she settle for a short man like Alfredo Harrison?

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, “Billionaire? That man is a billionaire?”

“Billionaire?”

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Alfredo Harrison, with disdain, shook his head and said indifferently, “What does a billionaire amount to? After all, even billionaires have no recourse when faced with a haunted house.”

Ever since he sold Dreamscape Garden to Greg Jensen, he had been keeping an eye on the renovation progress.

Though he hoped that Greg Jensen would encounter all sorts of troubles during the renovation, just like he had,

he also knew that if Greg Jensen was willing to buy Dreamscape Garden, he must have had special methods to deal with the so-called haunted house.

And sure enough, the renovation of Dreamscape Garden was proceeding exceptionally smoothly.

There had been no injuries or deaths among the workers, not even a minor injury.

In just half a month, the major projects had been essentially completed, leaving only some minor details to be finished.

Alfredo Harrison was aggrieved to the point of death—Dreamscape Garden, worth three to four million, had been sold by him for just one million.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and the secretary walked in: “Mr. Harrison, the CEO of Harrison Private Cuisine, Judy Lampe, has arrived.”

“Let her in.”

Alfredo Harrison stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to Ella Milton, “You can go out first.”

“Okay.”

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After Ella Milton left, not long after, the secretary returned, leading Judy Lampe inside.

Alfredo Harrison smiled and said, “CEO Lampe, what wind has blown you in? Please, have a seat…”

“I’m here to ask about someone.”

Judy Lampe smiled and sat across from him, then asked, “Do you know Greg Jensen?”

“Greg Jensen? The one who bought Dreamscape Garden?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

Alfredo Harrison glanced at Judy Lampe and could not help but feel apprehensive.

Having heard that Greg Jensen was also planning to open a private cuisine business, Judy Lampe’s sudden visit was clearly with purpose—and he didn’t need to guess what that was.

Having suffered at the hands of Greg Jensen, Alfredo Harrison would usually be thrilled to see someone challenge Greg Jensen, according to his usual way of doing things.

He would spill everything he knew and then watch the other person go head-to-head with Greg Jensen in a life-or-death struggle.

But this time, he hesitated.

Greg Jensen was a tough guy who could handle a haunted house, and his relations with people like Adrian Wright were also quite good. In any aspect, Greg Jensen was someone Alfredo Harrison couldn’t afford to provoke.

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He instinctively didn’t want to get involved, but he couldn’t afford to provoke Harrison Private Cuisine, either.

The Locke Family was a behemoth in Jamae City, and him—a small-time property developer—how could he dare to stir trouble?

“Is there a difficulty, Mr. Harrison?” Judy Lampe asked, frowning.

Alfredo Harrison forced a smile and said, “Not at all, I’m just pondering on Greg Jensen since I haven’t had much contact with him.”

“Just tell me everything you know,” Judy Lampe said with a tone that was slightly cold and uncomfortable to hear, but Alfredo Harrison dared not say anything.

He hesitated a moment and then said, “I really don’t know Mr. Greg well, I only know that he is acquainted with Adrian Wright.”

“A member of the Wright Family?”

“Yeah, I got to know him through Adrian.”

Alfredo Harrison spoke with a mix of truth and falsehood, “He said he wanted to start a private cuisine business, but he seemed hard to please after looking at several places.

Eventually, I had no choice but to bring him to Dreamscape Garden, and to my surprise, he took a liking to it right away.

“I pleaded with him for so long, but he wouldn’t listen, and in the end, he forced me to sell Dreamscape Garden to him for a mere one million.”

“Is that all?”

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“Yes, that’s all. I never dealt with him again after that.”

Judy Lampe frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then her face suddenly melted into a warm smile as she said, “I apologize for troubling you today, Mr. Harrison. Come to our restaurant for a meal sometime.”

“Haha, definitely, I’ll be sure to support your business when I have some free time.”

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”

Alfredo Harrison quickly got up to see her out, watching as she drove away before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hesitated for a moment, and decided to give Greg Jensen a call.

Better to make a call in advance, hoping the other party would understand.

The phone was answered quickly. Without any pleasantries, Alfredo Harrison relayed the entire incident of Judy Lampe coming to inquire.

After finishing, he fell silent, while there was a stretch of silence on the other end of the line.

Alfredo Harrison’s heart suddenly rose to his throat.

It seemed like an eternity before his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and finally, a light snort came from the other side.

“Mr. Jensen, if there’s nothing else, may I hang up now?”

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“Mhm.”

It seemed Greg Jensen had just regained his composure, smiling as he said, “It’s alright, the next time someone asks you, just tell the truth. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Got it, thank you, Mr. Jensen, for your understanding.”

“Don’t mention it.”

After hanging up, Alfredo Harrison completely relaxed, his face showing a joy as if he had survived a great ordeal.

Listening to Greg Jensen, he apparently didn’t blame him, and from now on, if someone asked similar questions, he wouldn’t have to be tense about it.

After all, Greg Jensen had given his approval.

“Mr. Jensen is a good man indeed.”

Alfredo Harrison couldn’t help but sigh with appreciation. He was fraught with worry, whereas Greg Jensen didn’t seem concerned at all.

He felt somewhat ashamed by comparison.

The thoughts of troubling Greg Jensen and seeking revenge had also faded considerably.

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“Is that all?”

Cindy Harrison looked at Judy Lampe with disbelief and asked doubtfully, “Alfredo Harrison has no clue about Greg Jensen; would he really sell Dreamscape Garden for so cheap?”

Judy Lampe said, “To him, Dreamscape Garden was nothing but a useless rib – tasteless to eat, yet pitiful to discard. To be able to sell it for one million, he probably laughs about it even in his dreams.”

“Hmm.”

Cindy Harrison frowned, sinking into deep thought.

Uncertain, Judy Lampe suggested, “Cindy, maybe we should give Ethan Locke a heads-up about Greg Jensen.”

“No use telling him; he’s busy chasing women all over the place and doesn’t have time to bother with me.

If he weren’t too lazy to mingle with other families, he probably would have dumped me already. Right now, I’m merely a convenience for him to enjoy his freedom.”

Cindy Harrison knew Ethan Locke’s intentions all too well.

The reason Ethan Locke was willing to marry her was primarily because she was docile and didn’t want to get involved with those prominent families.

How would he be able to fool around outside if he married into one of those big families?

So, although Cindy Harrison seemed glamorous with the title of future Mrs. Locke, she was just a tool in his eyes; Ethan Locke didn’t care about her at all.

“I think you should still talk to Ethan. How he handles it is his business.

Even if something happens in the future, at least he won’t blame you.”

Cindy Harrison figured that made sense and picked up her phone to call Ethan Locke.