The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 158 Let You Give Up

"I am the doctor you're looking for," John said casually, the playful smile on his lips belying the calm confidence in his eyes.

For a moment, there was silence. The words seemed to hang in the air as both Bob and Mason stared at John in disbelief.

"You?" Bob Redman sneered, unable to contain his disbelief. "You're the one we've been looking for? Don't tell me this is some kind of joke."

He wasn't just skeptical; he was outright mocking. "First, you call yourself the 'King of Horizon,' and now you're claiming to be the doctor we came to see? You must be out of your mind!"

Mason White, however, wasn't as quick to dismiss John. He glanced at Holbrook, who, despite his typically stoic demeanor, appeared visibly uncomfortable with the situation. There was no denying it now—John was, in fact, the highly skilled doctor they'd been seeking.

"Mr. Davis, is he telling the truth?" Mason asked, his voice more respectful than before.

Holbrook Davis's lips curled into a slight frown as he gave a grunt of disapproval, clearly upset by John's manner. He didn't answer right away, allowing the tension to hang in the room. His silence, however, spoke volumes. John, for all his youthful arrogance, was indeed the legendary doctor they sought.

Mason White, upon reading Holbrook's subtle cue, immediately turned to Bob Redman with a renewed sense of urgency. "Master, it seems that he is indeed the one. Please, apologize to the doctor for your previous behavior."

Bob Redman's face twisted with fury, his pride wounded by the suggestion. "Apologize? To him? Are you out of your mind, Mason? This is a joke, right? I'm not apologizing to some fraud!"

"Apologize!" Mason White's tone was firm, a command that left no room for argument. His authority was not to be challenged.

Bob Redman's veins pulsed with anger, but he saw the look in Mason's eyes—this wasn't up for debate. With a slow exhale, Bob finally relented, though his words were laced with sarcasm. "Fine. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me."

John met his apology with a disinterested gaze. "Dogs can't quit eating shit," he muttered under his breath. "But I don't want to argue with you."

Bob Redman's patience snapped, but before he could respond, Mason stepped in once more, his calmness seeming to diffuse the situation. He turned to John with a more sincere tone. "Doctor, we came all the way to New York to seek your help for the old master's leg injury. We are willing to offer you anything you desire, as long as you can cure him."

There it was—the allure of wealth and power. Bob Redman was willing to pay whatever it took to fix his grandfather's injury. Mason White, ever the diplomat, presented the offer with grace, but there was no denying the underlying pressure in his words.

John, however, remained unmoved. He tilted his head slightly, his expression indifferent. "I'm sorry, but Chicago is too far. I don't want to go. The reason I'm here today is simple—to let you know that you should give up."

The audacity of his words stunned both men into silence. What did he mean, "give up"?

John continued, his voice cool and unfazed. "I don't need money, and I don't care about travel. If you want treatment, bring your patient here. Otherwise, I'm not going anywhere."

Mason White's expression soured. He hadn't expected such resistance. These rich men, accustomed to having their demands met with quick compliance, were not used to being denied.

"Doctor," Mason began, his tone shifting to something colder, "maybe you don't care about money, but there's one thing you'll regret in the future."

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John raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Oh? And what would that be?"

"A favor from the Redman clan in Chicago," Mason said, his voice laced with subtle menace. "A favor that will be invaluable to you."

John smirked, unconcerned. "I don't need favors."

"Then you'll regret it," Mason muttered under his breath, his gaze hardening as he realized that John, no matter how powerful he might be, was not as easily manipulated as he had hoped.