The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Greg Jensen sat in the main seat at the tea table, leisurely pouring several cups of tea in front of the three men, and said,

“I’m going to take back the one and a half million I lost, and I don’t want a cent of the money won at the gambling table. You three split it among yourselves.

The money from selling the amulet I get forty percent, and you three split the remaining sixty percent. The shares from the Locke Corporation transfer to me now. Any problems?”

“No problem!”

Before his voice faded, Cole Barnett and Max Milton agreed.

Quinton Creed gave the two men a look and then asked cautiously, “Mr. Jensen, is it still possible to get back the eighteen million that Joe Locke owes?”

Greg Jensen’s expression turned cold as he replied indifferently, “I want the shares of the Locke Corporation, do you understand?”

“Understood, I understand, heh heh,” Quinton Creed forced a smile.

Greg Jensen frowned, feeling that Quinton Creed was unreliable. He hesitated for a moment, took out an Elixir of Three Greens, and threw it in front of him, saying coldly,

“Eat it or die, choose one for yourself.”

“This…”

Quinton Creed’s face changed, and he said with a forced smile, “Mr. Jensen, we are partners, this feels a bit… inappropriate, doesn’t it?”

Greg Jensen replied indifferently, “I hope you understand that I’m not discussing this with you.”

Max Milton also spoke coldly, “Eat it, otherwise we can’t trust you!”

Quinton Creed looked at the Elixir of Three Greens in front of him, and instantly broke out into a cold sweat, stammering, “Mr. Jensen, this medicine… it’s not going to take my life, is it?”

Greg Jensen’s lips curled up in a sneer, “Taking your life is simpler than this. Would I need to waste an elixir for that?”

Cole Barnett impatiently said, “What’s with all this dilly-dallying? We’ve both eaten it already, just hurry up and take it.”

“Fine, I’ll eat!”

Quinton Creed knew he had no way out, gritted his teeth, and swallowed the Elixir of Three Greens.

“Haha, that’s more like it. From now on, we’re brothers.”

Cole Barnett laughed loudly, slinging an arm around his shoulder and said, “Your way of making money is too slow. Stick with us, and you’ll be guaranteed a taste of the good life.”

Greg Jensen knocked on the table, reminding, “Someone will take you out of Jamae Province soon. You guys should go hide in the south for a while. We’ll talk after I sort things out here.”

“Okay, Mr. Jensen.”

The three men responded in unison.

Greg Jensen nodded and added a final word of caution, “I believe you’re all aware of the consequences of leaking any information.

What I want to remind you is that for the next few months, do not do any business. Just play it safe for a few months, understand?”

“Understood!”

The three men responded again in unison.

Greg Jensen took out his phone and made a call to Wallace Carter.

Soon enough, an unmarked business van pulled up at the back door of the Wang family club.

The three men, well covered up, took advantage of the quiet surroundings and quickly slipped into the vehicle.

The business van started and soon left Jamae City.

Greg Jensen watched the departing vehicle, laughing heartily.

A worthless amulet sold for ten million, ripping off the Locke family thoroughly.

In addition, with the cooperation of Max Milton and others, he had swindled shares from the Locke family worth several billion in the gambling stakes.

The initial goal was just to swindle Joe Locke out of a few tens of millions. The shares of the Locke Corporation were only an alternative target.

It would have been great if achieved, but no worries if not.

It never occurred to Greg Jensen that he would get the shares so easily.

Joe Locke really suffered a terrible loss. Initially deliberating over a million-dollar bet, he ended up losing twenty-eight million by the end.

Eighteen million of which he had borrowed from Quinton Creed.

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Of course, Greg Jensen had no intention of returning the shares, so the 18 million was naturally out of the question too.

After all, when he lent it out, it wasn’t like he took money out of his own pocket—it was just a number.

If Jeffrey Locke knew about this, he would be furious!

“Should I leak this news first?”

Greg Jensen thought it over and decided to wait for an appropriate opportunity to do so.

After all, he had the shares in his hands, and he could become one of the major shareholders of Locke Group whenever he wanted.

Feeling great, Greg Jensen drove his Wrangler back to the villa and watered the Fragrant Spirit Grass.

After finishing, he was just about to take the Fragrant Spirit Grass back inside when he suddenly noticed a crack in the flowerpot.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that the Fragrant Spirit Grass had grown a large number of roots that had forcibly cracked the pot.

“What’s going on here?”

Greg Jensen pondered for a moment and figured it was probably because the Spiritual Energy was thin, which instinctively made the Fragrant Spirit Grass expand its root system to absorb more nutrients.

It seemed this flowerpot was no longer usable.

Greg Jensen hesitated for a moment, found a small shovel, and dug a hole in the small garden in his yard before carefully transplanting the Fragrant Spirit Grass into it.

“Let’s plant it here for a few days, and I’ll get a bigger pot when I have time.”

Greg Jensen washed his hands after going inside and then drove his Wrangler to start his round of social visits for the evening.

He first went to the courtyard houses, took care of Liliana Grey, then went back to Prosperous Home to feed two little gluttonous cats, only then returning to Imperial View Community.

Jophia Locke was about to sleep, but when she saw Greg Jensen coming back, a sweet smile appeared on her face.

“You’re back.”

“Yeah, did you miss me?”

Jophia Locke’s face turned a slight shade of red, but she still boldly met Greg Jensen’s gaze, nodded gently, and said, “Yeah, I missed you.”

Greg Jensen laughed, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her deeply.

“Mmm…”

Jophia Locke gently pushed him away, “Go wash up first. You’re tired too, let me give you a massage afterwards.”

Greg Jensen looked at her seriously, then smiled and nodded, saying, “How about we bathe together?”

“No need, I already took a bath,” Jophia Locke said with a smile.

“Alright then.”

Greg Jensen stripped off his clothes and went into the bathroom, lying in the bathtub for a while before realizing something wasn’t quite right.

“Does this woman know that I have someone else on the side?”

Greg Jensen was stunned for a moment, then chuckled to himself: “No wonder she insisted I wash first and mentioned I was tired and needed a massage. Her magnanimity isn’t bad at all.”

He shook his head with a smile and squinted his eyes comfortably in the bathtub.

After a little while, footsteps sounded, and a pair of tender hands with a trace of coolness began to gently touch him, starting to knead on his shoulders.

Greg Jensen grabbed her hands and gently caressed them, smiling as he asked, “Aren’t you tired? Take a break, alright? I actually can do without the massage.”

Jophia Locke shook her head with a smile, “I’m not tired at all, I only have one client like you who is hardly ever home.”

“Haha, I’ll spend more time with you tomorrow.”

“That would be nice!”

A sweet smile emerged on Jophia Locke’s usually cool face, the stark contrast creating an intense temptation.

Especially those long, straight legs that were within arm’s reach, tender, smooth, and resilient.

Greg Jensen’s heart of wisdom became active once again.

He stood up from the water with a splash, like a child, and lifted Jophia Locke into his arms.

Jophia Locke cooperated very well, wrapping her long legs around his waist and placing her small head on his shoulder.

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