The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 234

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Clara Adams glanced at Nathan Humphrey and recounted the events in detail.

The woman’s brows immediately furrowed, and she said indifferently, “Nathan Humphrey, starting today, you no longer need to deal with the store’s matters. Focus on managing the daily operations back at the company.”

“Mom…”

Nathan Humphrey instinctively turned his head and looked over, clearly reluctant to part with Clara Adams.

The woman’s face was stern as she said, “If I let you continue this nonsense, sooner or later, Treasure Mansion will fail because of you!”

“But I…”

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“Go now!”

Nathan Humphrey, with no choice, trudged away with his head hanging.

Before leaving, he shot Greg Jensen a fierce glare, obviously blaming him for the entire mishap.

Greg Jensen didn’t take it to heart at all; not only was he not upset, but he also wore a relaxed smile.

In his eyes, Nathan Humphrey was just a spoiled child.

Who holds a grudge against a child?

At that moment, the woman softly comforted Clara Adams for a bit before approaching Greg Jensen and said with a gentle smile:

“Mr. Jensen, right? Pleased to meet you, my name is Liliana Grey, the owner of Treasure Mansion.”

“Ms. Grey, hello.”

Greg Jensen reached out and shook hands with her. Her touch was smooth and delicate, not at all like someone in her thirties, but more like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

It was a normal handshake, but Liliana Grey felt something unusual, as if she had been electrified, tingling through her.

For a moment, she forgot to let go.

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It wasn’t until Greg Jensen took the initiative to release his hand that she came back to her senses, smiled a little embarrassingly, and said:

“I’m really sorry about what happened just now. My son is unruly, please don’t take it to heart.”

“It’s okay, actually, I’ve known Nathan Humphrey for quite a while. It’s just that there’s been some misunderstanding between us.”

“Well, that’s good then.”

Liliana Grey smiled sweetly, with the radiance of a mature woman and a hint of a young girl’s shyness.

Greg Jensen paused and felt his heart beating uncontrollably.

This woman’s charm was too great; if he stayed any longer, he would find it hard to leave.

Greg Jensen quickly said, “If there’s nothing else, I should go now.”

“Of course, here’s my business card. Feel free to call me whenever you need anything.”

“Sure.”

It was only after Greg Jensen left Treasure Mansion that he realized something was off. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he felt an inexplicable attraction to Liliana Grey.

That feeling seemed to come from deep within his soul, irresistibly compelling.

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He took a deep breath, silently chuckled to himself, and was about to get into his car and leave when he noticed the sky had begun to scatter down crystal-clear snowflakes.

Is it snowing?

Greg Jensen was initially stunned, then he realized it was already mid-December. It was normal for it to snow at this time.

A bountiful snow promises a fruitful year; it was a good omen.

Greg Jensen got into the car, ready to leave, when he received a call from Vince Cooper.

“Mr. Jensen, it’s snowing. Did you see it?”

Vince Cooper sounded excited, and laughter from Ryan Lampe and the others could be heard in the background.

“Yeah, I saw it,” Greg Jensen replied with a smile.

“We’re not going back tonight. We’re going to have a snowball fight at school and stay overnight in the dormitory.”

“Alright, do you still have money with you?”

“Yes, I only spent two thousand of the money you gave me last time. I’ve saved the rest.”

Vince Cooper asked, “Do you need it? I can withdraw it for you now.”

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“No need, I have money. Don’t save the money I gave you, spend it.”

“I won’t spend it; I want to save it for a big house in the future.”

Vince Cooper laughed happily and asked, “Do you want to join us for the snowball fight?”

“I’ll pass, you guys have fun, I just happen to have some things to take care of.”

“Alright then, I’ll hang up first.”

Greg Jensen looked at the disconnected call and laughed wryly, “Still a child.”

He shook his head, driving the H6 slowly towards the Wang’s Clubhouse; Theo Carter had messaged him earlier that day, telling him the materials had been acquired.

As for what materials they were, Greg Jensen didn’t need to ask to know.

“Mr. Jensen, this is part of the materials I photographed, just copied them, they’re still hot off the press.”

The excitement in Theo Carter’s eyes sparkled, his smile somewhat lewd, as if he took great interest in this sort of covert photography and tailing.

Greg Jensen frowned, took the tablet and looked at it for a while, and couldn’t help but snort with laughter, “It’s the same few tricks over and over, how boring.”

He handed the tablet back to Theo Carter and asked, “When is Ethan Locke getting married to Cindy Harrison?”

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Theo Carter hurriedly pulled out the tablet, brought up a document, and said, “The twenty-eighth of this month.”

“Hmm, still more than ten days.”

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment and asked, “Do you know which wedding planning company is handling it?”

“Love Plus Wedding Planning in West Town.”

“Find someone to release this video on the day of the wedding.”

Upon hearing this, Theo Carter immediately laughed excitedly, “Sure thing, Mr. Jensen, I got it.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen glanced at him and asked, “Aren’t you going to school?”

With an embarrassed smile, Theo Carter said, “I was never good at studying, going there was just for the sake of a diploma, which isn’t as interesting as following Mr. Jensen.”

After a moment of thought, Greg Jensen said, “If you don’t want to go to school, that’s fine, just get the current tasks done quickly. In a few days, we’ll be starting work on the vegetable base, and you can go learn something there.”

“That…”

With a gloomy face, Theo Carter said, “Mr. Jensen, I’m not really interested in that, could you maybe give me a different assignment?

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Like, keeping an eye on some young master from a big family.”

At these words, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but be speechless, thinking, has this kid developed an addiction, born to be spy material?

He thought for a while and said, “Alright, we’ll discuss it after this task is completed.”

“Okay.”

Theo Carter once again smiled happily, “Rest assured, Mr. Jensen, anything you assign to me, I’ll make sure it’s done perfectly.”

“Hmm, just do the job well, I won’t shortchange you.”

After Greg Jensen finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and continued, “One more thing, you stay at the clubhouse these two days.

They have drill exercises every morning, and you should join them instead of looking sick all the time.”

“Okay, got it.”

Looking at the thin and frail Theo Carter, Greg Jensen felt a bit puzzled.

The first time he saw the guy, he was quite robust, how had he become like this in just over half a month?

Even Sanqingdan didn’t have this effect.

Vince Cooper and Brandon Brent both took Sanqingdan, and not only did their bodies not lose weight, but they even became stronger than before.

What’s the situation with Theo Carter?

Greg Jensen reached out to feel his pulse and found that he was somewhat lacking in vital energy, probably due to long-term lack of sleep and mental exhaustion.

He thought for a bit and said, “You’re quite the typical second-generation rich kid, can’t you find a couple of trustworthy people to help you out? How long are you planning to do it all by yourself?”

“Heh, I’m used to it.”

“Enough, cut the nonsense, and quickly find a couple of reliable people.”

Greg Jensen waved his hand, signaling Theo Carter to take off, then sat in the tearoom for a while longer.

Seeing that it had gotten dark outside, he stood up and went downstairs, driving the H6 towards Wanhe Home.

Just as he arrived at the entrance of the community, the sound of frantic braking suddenly came from a distance.

Then, with a loud bang, an SUV collided directly with the electric pole by the roadside.

Greg Jensen was startled; had the pole not been there, the SUV would have crashed into his car for sure.