The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 328

Chapter 328: Chapter 328 The Lin Family at the Edge of the Cliff_1

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Mick Simmons frowned and glanced at Jeffrey Locke and Joe Locke, who were still kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently, “Get up and sit aside, don’t be an eyesore.”

“Thank you, Mr. Simmons.”

Joe Locke stood up, helped his father to a nearby sofa, and both father and son bowed their heads, not even daring to breathe heavily.

The Simmons brothers exchanged glances, silent, as their gaze settled back on the dyed Daffodil.

For a moment, the study was so quiet it was eerie.

After a while, Ethan Locke walked in with his head drooping, glanced fearfully at Mick Simmons, then quickly lowered his gaze again.

Seeing him like this, Mick Simmons knew there had been no progress on his end, and casually asked, “Well, what have you found out?”

Ethan Locke moved his mouth, let out a sigh, and then said, “Nothing… I found nothing.”

At that, it was Mick Simmons’s turn to be surprised, and he asked curiously, “Someone sneaked into the Locke family and wasn’t caught on surveillance?”

“Mr. Simmons, truly nothing was captured.”

“Nothing was captured?”

Mick Simmons, provoked into laughter, pointed at Ethan Locke and said, “So since nothing was captured, that means no one came in last night?

So the real pot of Fragrant Spirit Grass was hidden by your Locke family?”

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Hearing this, Ethan Locke immediately panicked and waved his hands incessantly, “Mr. Simmons, we really didn’t take the Fragrant Spirit Grass.”

“Then you tell me where the hell the Fragrant Spirit Grass is now!” Mick Simmons yelled furiously.

“Mick, why waste words with him!”

Donald Simmons snorted coldly, “It seems they won’t shed a tear until they see the coffin. Give them a good thrashing, and they’ll come clean.”

Just then, Jay Brent walked in, and upon seeing the Simmons family, he paused, then said with a sycophantic smile, “Mr. Simmons, hello.”

“Hmm.”

Mick Simmons hummed noncommittally, expressionless.

Jay Brent smiled again, turned to look at Jeffrey Locke, and upon seeing the slap marks on his face, couldn’t help but snicker inwardly.

Was he slapped?

Feigning ignorance, he smiled, “Elder Locke, what instructions do you have for me?”

Jeffrey Locke’s face was grave as he asked, “Old Brent, are you still playing dumb with me?”

“Me… playing dumb about what?”

Jay Brent’s heart skipped a beat, realizing that his visit to Jeffrey Locke last night must have been detected.

Did they already have evidence?

No, that’s not right!

If they had evidence, they wouldn’t have called me over.

Jay Brent’s mind raced, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a fawning smile, “Elder Locke, just speak plainly, I’m a bit slow, I can’t keep up.”

Jeffrey Locke exploded, “You’re still playing dumb with me! I’m asking you, why did you come to see me last night?”

Jay Brent was taken aback and confusedly said, “I came to borrow money from you, remember? You even said you would transfer two million to me, which still hasn’t arrived.”

Pausing, he frowned and said, “Elder Locke, you’re not going back on your word, are you?”

“To hell with going back on my word!”

Jeffrey Locke was nearly driven mad with anger. He felt instinctively that Jay Brent’s visit last night was not as simple as borrowing money, but he had no evidence to prove it.

“Fine, even if you came to borrow money last night, why didn’t you leave afterwards? Why did you stay and chat with me for so long?”

Jay Brent replied, as if looking at a fool, “Elder Locke, although I, Brent, might be a bit low on emotional intelligence, that doesn’t make me an idiot, does it?

After borrowing money from you and securing the loan, I stayed to chat with you for a while, to foster our friendship. Isn’t that the right thing to do?”

“What damn friendship do I have with you…”

“Enough!”

At the roar from Mick Simmons, Jeffrey Locke shuddered. Pointing at Jay Brent, he turned back and said, “Mr. Simmons, believe me, this guy is definitely related to the Fragrant Spirit Grass incident.”

“I’ve said enough!”

Mick Simmons gave him another cold glare before turning to Jay Brent and asking, “What exactly were you doing here yesterday?”

“I just came to borrow money from Mr. Locke, sir. I wanted to expand the company’s operations and needed a lot of professional training equipment, so I came to see if I could borrow some money from the Locke family.”

“And after borrowing the money, you went straight home?”

Jay Brent confidently said, “Yes, sir. Mr. Locke agreed to help me. He said he would transfer the funds the next morning, so I stayed and chatted with him for a while, then I went home.”

“How long did you chat?”

“About ten minutes or so.”

Mick Simmons looked at Jay Brent expressionlessly, as if trying to discern any signs of lying from his face.

However, he was disappointed!

Jay Brent appeared candid, showing no signs of deception.

Mick Simmons turned his head towards Jeffrey Locke and said, “I’ll give you one last chance, hand over the Fragrant Spirit Grass, and I will let this matter slide.

Otherwise, the Locke family can wait for their ruin!”

Thud!

Jeffrey Locke fell off his chair from fright, landed on his knees with a thud, and urgently said, “Mr. Simmons, we really didn’t hide the Fragrant Spirit Grass.”

Ethan Locke, out of desperation, said, “Mr. Simmons, it must have been Greg Jensen who took the Fragrant Spirit Grass. If you don’t believe me, go ask him.”

“Yes, it must be in his possession. It has nothing to do with our family,” Joe Locke chimed in.

Mick Simmons sneered and said, “Still trying to deceive me? Very well, the Locke family can fend for themselves.”

After saying this, he addressed Donald Simmons, “Big brother, let’s go.”

“Hmm.”

Donald Simmons cast a cold glance at them and followed Mick Simmons out of the Locke residence.

Once in the car, he hesitated before saying, “Quinton, do you think the Fragrant Spirit Grass could really have been taken by that kid Greg Jensen?”

After pondering for a moment, Mick Simmons replied indifferently, “Even if Greg Jensen took it, it would only show the incompetence of the Locke family.

If such an important item could be stolen, what use are they?”

“So, what do you plan to do?” Donald Simmons asked.

Mick Simmons replied indifferently, “First, cut off the Locke family’s loans, apply some pressure. If they can retrieve the Fragrant Spirit Grass, then fine.

If they can’t, let them self-destruct.”

The Simmons brothers soon left Jamae City, but the news that the Locke family had offended the Simmons family spread rapidly throughout Jamae, reaching every corner in no time.

That same afternoon, executives from the major banks in Jamae came knocking, demanding that the Locke family repay their loans and interest within three days.

Although a large family like the Locke’s always kept a certain amount of funds on hand for emergencies, with several major banks demanding repayment at the same time, their funds were instantly stretched thin.

At the Locke’s.

Ethan Locke’s face was ashen. He anxiously said, “Grandfather, what do we do now? If we don’t pay back the money soon, they’re going to seize our assets.”

Jeffrey Locke’s expression was grave, his brows deeply furrowed. He took a deep breath and said,

“Sell the shares! Don’t we still have the original twenty-three percent?

Sell all the other shares, just make sure not to sell them to the same person. Our remaining twenty-three percent will be enough to maintain control over Locke Corporation.”

“Sell the shares?”

Ethan Locke and Joe Locke were both taken aback.

The difference was, the former was shocked by Jeffrey Locke’s decision, while the latter was scared.

Because those shares were currently in the hands of Quinton Creed.

Joe Locke had dialed Quinton Creed several times, but his phone had been turned off, giving him a bad premonition.

Hearing the old man’s plan to sell the shares, he grew pale with fear and urgently said, “Dad, we can’t sell those shares.”