The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 512 - Whatever You Want_1

Chapter 512: Chapter 512 Whatever You Want_1

“It looks good,” Greg Jensen said, struggling to hold back his laughter.

“Really looks good?”

“Really, haha…”

Greg couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

Zhou Jiumei’s face immediately darkened as she huffed, “What’s so funny?”

“Okay, I won’t laugh, haha…”

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“You’re still laughing!”

“No, I’m not laughing for real, haha!”

The two of them joked around as they walked down the mountain.

When they arrived at the home from which they had borrowed clothes, Greg pushed the door open and said with a smile, “Sister-in-law, we’re back…”

“Ah, this is your girlfriend? This young lady is quite a looker!”

The woman’s enthusiasm grew upon seeing Zhou Jiumei, believing what Greg had told her earlier.

“You two haven’t eaten yet, right? I just made some braised pork for lunch; come in and have some.”

After more than a month of eating tasteless grilled fish, the mention of meat made Greg’s eyes turn green.

Zhou Jiumei also swallowed her saliva unconsciously.

“Come on, don’t be shy, come in. It’s been years since I was widowed, it’s rare for me to have guests at home.”

Seeing their reaction, the woman laughed and quickly warmly took Zhou Jiumei by the arm, leading her inside.

Zhou Jiumei felt a bit embarrassed, turned to look at Greg Jensen, and sought his opinion with her eyes.

Greg chuckled and said, “Then we won’t be polite.”

“No need to be polite, make yourself at home and eat as much as you like.”

“Okay then!”

After nearly a month of hardship, they finally had a proper meal and both ate with great joy.

After the meal, the three of them sat in the house and chatted for a while, and that’s when they learned that the woman was a widow.

Zhou Jiumei, feeling touched, began to talk more.

While they were chatting, Greg took out a Qi Condensing Pill, went to the water jar, and scraped some powder into it.

The woman, drinking from the water jar, would find her health improving, and while it wouldn’t guarantee her a hundred years, it would make her much stronger than the average person and spare her many illnesses.

About an hour later, the sound of a car suddenly came from outside.

Greg stood up and looked out, seeing Fraser Simmons peeking into the courtyard.

“Sister-in-law, the people picking us up are here. We won’t disturb you any longer.”

“Are you leaving so soon? Stay a little longer.”

Greg smiled and said, “No, we have been lost for so many days, our families are very worried, we should head back as soon as possible.”

“Okay then, come visit when you have time.”

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The woman seemed a bit reluctant as she got up and escorted them to the door.

On seeing Greg Jensen, Fraser Simmons immediately showed a surprised and pleased expression, “Greg… Mr. Xu, hello.”

“Yeah, do you have your bank card on you?”

“How much?”

Greg pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “About a hundred thousand, giving more would be unsafe.”

Fraser nodded, returned to the car, and then took out a bank card.

“The PIN is written on the back.”

“Hmm.”

Greg took the bank card and threw it straight onto the kang bed through the open window.

“Sister-in-law, then we’ll be leaving.”

“All right, do come and visit when you have time.”

“Will do.”

Greg Jensen took Stuart’s Ninth Miss into the car, waved goodbye to the woman, and when the car started and slowly drove away, he leaned out of the window and said:

“Sister-in-law, I left a little gift for you on the kang, remember to pick it up, okay?”

“A gift? What gift?”

The woman wanted to ask more, but the car had already driven far away.

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After the car drove off, Fraser Simmons said without looking back, “Mr. Xu, there are several sets of sportswear in the back seat, with all sizes available. Would you like to change into one?”

“Hmm, that’s thoughtful.”

Greg Jensen replied indifferently, glanced at the bags containing the clothes, and found that Fraser Simmons was quite attentive; not only had he bought clothes and shoes, but even underwear.

He handed the women’s portion to Stuart’s Ninth Miss, smiled, and said, “Shall we change?”

“Hmm.”

Stuart’s Ninth Miss took the clothes, then glared at him, and said, “Turn around, do you want to watch me change?”

“Haha, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

“Turn around.”

Greg Jensen laughed again and obediently turned away, not looking at her anymore.

A moment later, rustling sounds came from behind him.

Fraser Simmons was driving a van with a partition curtain between the driver’s seat and the rear seats. Once the curtain was drawn, the privacy was fairly good.

After Stuart’s Ninth Miss finished changing, Greg Jensen also found a set of clothes and put them on.

At this moment, the two finally felt like they had returned to the normal world.

Greg Jensen looked at the scenery outside with a relaxed expression, while Stuart’s Ninth Miss opened her mouth a few times, looking as though she had something to say but hesitated.

Greg Jensen took the initiative to ask, “What do you want to say?”

Stuart’s Ninth Miss clenched her teeth and said, “I want to talk to you about our family’s affairs.”

“The Stuart Family?”

Greg Jensen’s face turned cold involuntarily. Thinking with his butt, he knew that the Stuart Family was behind this incident; they almost blew him up, and now Stuart’s Ninth Miss still wanted him to continue cooperating with the Stuart Family?

Seeing Greg Jensen’s face darkening, Stuart’s Ninth Miss guessed what he was thinking and stammered:

“I know this matter is our family’s fault, but believe me, this was definitely not decided by my dad and the others.

Before coming to find you, I had already agreed with them to talk to you first, and if it really couldn’t work out, then think of another solution.

They absolutely couldn’t have placed a bomb at this time, right?”

Greg Jensen was silent but suddenly remembered something and asked, “The one who gave the call back then, it was to warn you about the bomb in the villa, wasn’t it?”

Stuart’s Ninth Miss’s face changed slightly, she hesitated for a moment, and then lightly nodded.

Greg Jensen scoffed and said, “So, it was indeed the Stuart Family who did this?”

“No, to be specific, it should be something Henry Stuart did on his own accord. It definitely has nothing to do with our Stuart Family.”

“Isn’t Henry Stuart a member of your Stuart Family?”

Stuart’s Ninth Miss’s face changed again, explaining wearily:

“The Stuart Family is too large, so not everything can be generalized.

Henry Stuart is indeed a Stuart, but he doesn’t represent the entire Stuart Family.”

Seeing her like this, Greg Jensen also felt a bit of pity.

In the past, Stuart’s Ninth Miss could firmly stand on the Stuart Family’s side, but now that the two of them had established a substantial relationship, she could only stand in the middle and feel torn.

Greg Jensen sighed and said, “Speak up, what do you want me to do?”

“Can you let me go home first to talk to them? The terms of cooperation remain unchanged, and I can take the lead to give up another ten percent of the profits.

Additionally, I can hand Henry Stuart over to you, so you can vent your anger, just don’t beat or cripple him.”

Stuart’s Ninth Miss’s face was filled with tension, like a death-row prisoner awaiting a sentence, nervously looking at Greg Jensen:

“Give me three days. If I can’t manage it, you can do whatever you want.”

Greg Jensen looked at her seriously for a long time, then sighed helplessly and said softly, “Alright, I’ll have someone send you back.”