The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

There was a wildness in her tenderness that made it impossible for him to stay away.

The most outrageous part was that she still had energy left to give Greg Jensen a massage afterward.

Though she wasn’t as strong as she used to be, it was still the most precious enjoyment during the “sage time.”

Greg Jensen lay on the bed, feeling the gentle touch from behind, and squinting his eyes he said,

“I bought another house; you can live in this one for now. It’s not good to always stay in that small gym of yours.”

“Okay.”

This time, Jophia Locke didn’t bother with formalities and directly accepted the offer, but her delicate and radiant face turned even more ruddy, like a ripe peach.

Greg Jensen suddenly grinned mischievously and said, “Did I forget something?”

“Forget what?”

Jophia Locke paused in her actions, looking at him confusedly.

Greg Jensen laughed heartily and continued, “I forgot to ask about the price. I’ve indulged in the top-tier package without knowing whether I can afford the bill.”

Jophia Locke’s face instantly turned as red as a fierce fire. She lightly smacked him on the back and huffed,

“Jerk!”

She hesitated for a moment and said, “I… I don’t actually ask for much, just a stable life.”

“I understand.”

“Mhm.”

Jophia Locke gently leaned down, lying on Greg Jensen’s back, and silently closed her eyes.

The two of them went at it until late into the night, until Jophia Locke begged for mercy. Greg Jensen then fell asleep satisfied during the massage.

The next morning, even before he woke up, a delicious breakfast was already prepared.

Sitting at the breakfast table, with a balanced meal in front of him, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but sigh, “This is life.”

“Try it and see if it’s to your taste.”

Jophia Locke sat opposite him, her face full of anticipation as she watched him.

Greg Jensen took a bite of the preserved egg and pork congee and smiled, “Mmm, not bad, it’s delicious.”

“Good, then have some more.”

Jophia Locke smiled happily.

Greg Jensen asked, “Do you need help moving later?”

“Ah, no need, I don’t really have much stuff. I’ll just sort out the gym equipment later and only bring over some clothes.”

“Call me if you need me.”

Just then, Taylor Ware called and said, “I’m going to Westland Pharmaceuticals for a negotiation today. Do you want to come and see?”

“Sure, I’ll drive over after breakfast.”

“The Locke Family might send someone too, so be prepared for that.”

Greg Jensen raised an eyebrow and said casually, “The Locke Family, that’s all. They’re not man-eating tigers; there’s no need to be so nervous.”

“Mhm.”

Hearing Greg Jensen’s words, Taylor Ware felt an inexplicable sense of relief, and her tense face softened with a smile.

With no assistant around and without a car of her own, Taylor had to wait until after breakfast for Greg Jensen to drive to Westland Pharmaceuticals.

“Looks like I still have to buy another car, it’s a bit inconvenient,” Greg Jensen considered, glancing at his bank account balance. He quickly gave up on the idea, saying resignedly, “Never mind, I’ll wait for the payment from the herbs to come through.”

He arrived at Westland Pharmaceuticals, spoke to the security guard, and parked his car in front of the office building.

Taylor Ware’s car was parked nearby. When she saw him arrive, she hurried down from her car.

She quickly came to Greg Jensen’s side and said in a low voice, “Ethan Locke from the Locke family has arrived; I saw him go in just a moment ago.”

Although the wedding fiasco had caused quite a stir, it was quickly suppressed by the Locke Family, so few people knew the details inside.

However, Taylor Ware, as Greg Jensen’s business partner, had some understanding of the grudges between him and Ethan Locke.

Greg Jensen didn’t take it seriously and said indifferently, “Let them come. Our opponents today are Westland Pharmaceuticals. What’s Ethan Locke in comparison?”

Hearing him say that, Taylor Ware inexplicably gained more confidence and nodded, “Alright, then let’s go in.”

“Mm.”

Taylor Ware had been here many times and was very familiar with the place. She led Greg Jensen through winding corridors to a small conference room.

In the conference room, the general manager Marvin Simmons sat in the main seat, with Ethan Locke and a secretary seated to his left.

“Mr. Jensen, Miss Ware, welcome, welcome, please have a seat.”

Marvin Simmons’s attitude was still very enthusiastic, he stood up to shake hands with Greg Jensen, and showed both to their seats at the conference table.

Ethan Locke’s mouth curled into a cold smirk as he mockingly stared at Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen didn’t even glance at him and just seated himself across from them.

Taylor Ware cast a glance at Ethan Locke, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and said, “Mr. Simmons, if we’re talking business, should we have irrelevant people step out first?”

“This…”

Although the subsidiary had kicked out the Ware Family, Chestor Ware was still a supplier for the main factory.

Marvin Simmons didn’t want to sour the relationship completely, so he had called Ethan Locke over to help take the heat.

So, hearing Taylor Ware’s words, he just gave an awkward smile and didn’t say anything.

Ethan Locke sneered, “Miss Ware, I don’t like the sound of that. The Locke family is also one of the suppliers to Westland Pharmaceuticals; how can we be considered irrelevant?

Moreover, the quality of your goods is so poor, and it smacks of unfair competition. Of course, I have to stay and listen.”

Upon hearing his words, Taylor Ware’s face immediately darkened as she coldly retorted, “Mr. Locke, you and I both know exactly what’s going on with our goods.

If you had any sense of a businessman’s duty, you would not have done such a thing.”

Ethan Locke’s sneer turned sinister, “Miss Ware, one can eat messy, but one must not speak carelessly. Careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation.”

“You…”

Taylor Ware was so angry she couldn’t speak.

Greg Jensen turned to look at Marvin Simmons and said, “Mr. Simmons, the herbs our factory produces are carefully cultivated, and the active ingredients extracted are higher quality than common herbs on the market.

I believe you have noticed this in the last batch of herbs.”

“Indeed, your herbs are superior to others.”

While Marvin Simmons would have liked to find fault with Greg Jensen to send him packing directly,

he also had to admit that the herbs from Greg Jensen were indeed much better than others on the market.

Changing his tone, he continued, “However, this batch of your herbs was mixed with a large number of substandard herbs, which is an incontrovertible fact.”

Greg Jensen said flatly, “We are all intelligent people, so there’s no need to beat around the bush. I’ll just ask you, are you sure you want to kick Jamae Herbs Factory out of the suppliers’ list?”

“This…”

Marvin Simmons looked at Ethan Locke sitting beside him and said with a sheepish smile, “I can only say I’m truly sorry.”

“Alright then, so be it.”

Greg Jensen stood up, looking coldly at Marvin Simmons, and said, “Just a reminder, the Locke family’s herbs are all stockpiled from the summer and likely won’t meet your factory’s demand in terms of quantity.

Also, we reserve the right to seek legal recourse.”

At these words, Marvin Simmons’s face also fell, showing a trace of anger, “Mr. Jensen, what are you implying? Are you suggesting we tampered with that batch of goods?”

“He’s implying nothing!”

Ethan Locke, with his carefree attitude, said, “Mr. Simmons, don’t bother with him. If he has evidence, he should just sue!”

Greg Jensen gave Ethan Locke a cold glance, then turned to Marvin Simmons again, “Mr. Simmons, I’ll ask you one last time, are you certain you want to remove Jamae Herbs Factory from the suppliers’ list?”

Marvin Simmons looked expressionlessly at Greg Jensen, his gaze probing as if trying to discern whether Greg Jensen had any evidence.

After a long silence, he nodded and said, “Yes, Jamae Herbs Factory has supplied inferior quality herbs, which is a severe violation of the contract we’ve signed, and we have every right to terminate the agreement unilaterally.”

“Fine!”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “Then, Mr. Simmons, I wish you the best of luck.”