The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Chapter 219 Conspiracy and Tricks_1

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“That person is named Greg Jensen…”

“Greg Jensen?”

Before Cindy Harrison could finish, Lena Holmes couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “Ms. Harrison, the Greg Jensen you’re talking of, is he the owner of Dreamscape Garden?”

“Yes, that’s him!” said Cindy Harrison.

Jay Brent asked curiously, “You know him?”

“I do. I initially planned to cooperate with him, but he not only refused but also belittled our company as worthless.”

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Lena Holmes had intended to wait until the renovations at Dreamscape Garden were complete before telling Jay Brent about this, but seeing Cindy Harrison bring up the matter, she spoke about it as well.

Jay Brent’s brow furrowed slightly as he said, “Strange, why do I feel that name sounds familiar?”

The female secretary beside him said, “Mr. Brent, among the people who bought the medicinal herb processing factory, there was one named Greg Jensen, though I’m not sure if it’s the same Greg Jensen Ms. Harrison is talking about.”

Cindy Harrison’s eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, “The Greg Jensen you’re mentioning, which place is he from?”

“He should be from Peach Blossom Village, Riverhaven County,” the female secretary said.

Upon hearing this, Cindy Harrison’s face lit up with joy, “That’s right, it’s him! I can’t believe he would even dare to compete against Mr. Brent in business.”

“Damn, it turns out to be the same person!”

Jay Brent said with a cold face, “Ms. Harrison, I’ll take care of this man, you don’t need to worry about the rest.”

“Okay, I’ll leave it to you, Mr. Brent.”

“Haha, Ms. Harrison, you’re too polite.”

Cindy Harrison wanted to use Jay Brent’s hand to take care of Greg Jensen, while Jay Brent saw this as an opportunity to seek favor with the Lin family.

With both of their goals achieved, there was no need to continue the banquet. After exchanging pleasantries, they parted ways.

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Cindy Harrison personally saw Jay Brent to the door. As she watched his car drive away, a cold smile surfaced at the corner of her mouth:

“This Greg Jensen really doesn’t know whether he’s alive or dead, daring to offend Jay Brent as well. This time, it’s going to be hard for him not to die!”

…

After resting at home for a while and practicing several cycles of the Guidance Technique, Greg Jensen took a shower and then stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

As he was about to ask Vince Cooper what they were having for dinner, the front door suddenly opened. Vince Cooper, along with Ryan Lampe and Angela Stuart, walked in carrying a bunch of cooked food and dishes they had prepared outside.

Seeing that Greg Jensen was also at home, a trace of nervousness flashed across Vince Cooper’s face as she said with a smile, “I’ve brought two close friends over for dinner.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen said with a smile, “I was just about to ask what you’d like to eat, now that saves me the trouble.”

Vince Cooper explained, “We had no class this afternoon, so we thought we’d get together for a meal.”

“Haha, you don’t mind including me, right?” Greg Jensen laughed.

“Not at all, certainly not,” Ryan Lampe replied with a grin before Vince Cooper could answer.

“Haha, that’s great, I’ll go and make a few more dishes.”

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Laughing, Greg Jensen was about to head into the kitchen when he suddenly asked curiously, “Hey, didn’t you buy some alcohol?”

Vince Cooper suddenly remembered the last time she got drunk and forgot to clean up the living room, her face reddening, she said softly, “It was too heavy, we couldn’t carry it, so we ordered delivery.”

“Oh, that’s fine, I’ll start cooking then.”

“Let me help, you guys sit in the living room for a bit. It’ll be ready soon.”

Vince Cooper followed him into the kitchen.

“Hmm.”

Angela Stuart sat in the living room with Ryan Lampe and, glancing in the direction of the kitchen, whispered:

“Ryan, should we just go? Mr. Jensen is also at home, and it… doesn’t seem right for us to drink here, does it?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

Ryan Lampe rolled her eyes at her and then said with a mischievous smile, “Don’t you want to see some abs?”

Angela Stuart’s little head nodded, her tone resigned, “But he’s wearing a T-shirt.”

“What’s the rush? If we drink enough later, won’t he take it off?” Ryan Lampe laughed.

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“Ah, you’re too cheeky.”

“If you’re not cheeky, don’t look when he strips later.”

Angela’s face reddened, and she huffed, “Why should I? He’s not your man.”

Who said he’s not?

I even know how many hairs he has on his body!

Thinking of the wild times with Greg, Ryan felt a vague sense of anticipation and a smile appeared on her face.

Angela couldn’t help but be curious, looking at her, she said, “What are you thinking about that’s making you smile so sleazily?”

“Sleazy? Really?”

Ryan touched her slightly hot cheeks and laughed again.

Usually, Vince was the one who cooked at home, but this time, with Greg’s presence, the speed of the meal preparation was much faster than before.

Soon, the fragrant rice, along with a few simple home-cooked dishes, were served.

The group didn’t go to the dining room; instead, they ate right at the coffee table in the living room.

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“Yingying, I’ll drink to you. I’m at your place, and I need to express my thanks.”

“Mhm.”

“Ryan, let me toast to you too.”

“Mhm.”

At first, everything was normal with the four of them eating and chatting in a friendly atmosphere.

But before long, Vince and Ryan started challenging each other.

Watching the two women take turns pouring drinks, Greg couldn’t help but snicker to himself. Vince’s intention wasn’t hard to guess—she probably wanted to get Ryan drunk so she could be a bit more daring that night.

And as for Ryan’s thoughts, he didn’t even need to guess.

What harm could a young girl have in mind?

It was just that she tended to get hungry easily and really wanted some late-night snacks.

Both women had a good tolerance for alcohol, and it was Angela who ended up suffering, getting knocked out after drinking with them for a while.

After sending her back to her room, Vince and Ryan came back to continue drinking.

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Greg watched with a hint of trepidation, and despite trying to dissuade them for a long while, he eventually just let them be.

After finishing his meal, he got up and left, took a bath in his bedroom, and then lay in bed, reviewing the produce supermarket’s report for a while.

After a good long while, Greg got up to check the living room and found that both girls had actually fallen asleep on the couch.

“Geez, are you trying to starve me to death?”

Greg let out a wry smile, first carried Vince back to the bedroom, then took Ryan to the guest room.

On the big bed in the guest room, Angela was sleeping soundly, one of her fair long legs stretching outside the blanket. As he looked up further, Greg’s heartbeat sped up.

He swallowed, quickly placed Ryan on the bed, covered them both with blankets, and then walked out.

Back in the bedroom, he found Vince had already undressed herself and was lying bare on the bed.

“Looks like it’s going to be a buffet tonight.”

The fire inside Greg reignited, as even the room temperature seemed to slowly rise.

Vince woke up in a daze and, seeing Greg, smiled and mumbled, “Mr. Jensen, you’re so naughty, attacking while someone is asleep. Can’t you play fair?”

Greg laughed, “Whether I can play fair, that’s for you to judge.”

“I’m not afraid, if you’ve got the guts, bring it on!”

“Bring it on, then.”

The second round of battle officially began.

The scent of alcohol, the fragrance of the body…

…intertwined and mixed in the air.

After a good while, the room quieted down again, and Vince had fallen asleep, exhausted.

Greg glanced at the door, his lips curving into a good-looking arc, put on a pair of shorts, and tiptoed off the bed.

He silently approached the door, yanked it open forcefully, and a slender figure appeared in front of him.