The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Mick Simmons sighed and said, “Jeffrey Locke is old, and the second generation consists of two unreliable characters. Ethan Locke seems alright, but he’s still too young.”

“Alright my ass, he got played in circles by a country bumpkin.”

Donald Simmons disdainfully said, “If you ask me, we should just replace the Locke family, have you seen what they’ve turned Jamae into?”

Mick Simmons frowned slightly but said nothing.

In truth, he agreed with Donald Simmons. Each of the big families in the provincial city had a similar role like the Locke family, controlling the resources of a prefecture-level city.

The Simmons family had the Locke family as their subsidiary, corresponding to Jamae City.

They were in the pharmaceutical industry, so the families under them would typically develop in other industries, seeking to complement the main house industrially.

However, after so many years, the Locke family hadn’t shone in other industries. On the contrary, they even tried to get involved in the pharmaceutical industry.

It was one thing not to assist the main house in other industries, but wanting to grow themselves on the coattails of the main house’s legacy?

Wasn’t that just like a bloodsucking parasite clinging to its father?

Mick Simmons let out a long sigh and said, “Let’s wait and see. If they continue to perform poorly, then let them do whatever they’re supposed to.”

At those words, Donald Simmons’ eyes brightened, and he said with a grin, “That’s what I mean, our Simmons family may be easy to talk to, but we’re not running a charity here.

We can’t let our kindness be their capital for freeload ing and doing nothing!”

…

In the early morning, Jophia Locke slowly woke up from her deep sleep and looked at the man sleeping beside her, a blissful smile spreading across her face.

Even though this man wasn’t exclusively hers, she felt incredibly content just to have him by her side.

She leaned down and kissed Greg Jensen on the mouth, then got ready to make breakfast.

However, she exerted too much force getting out of bed, causing her to wince in pain and tears to immediately stream down her face.

Looking back at the man still asleep, her eyes no longer held love but were instead filled with intense indignation.

“You jerk, don’t you know how to be gentle? I don’t like you anymore!”

Jophia Locke glared at Greg Jensen resentfully, endured the pain, and went into the kitchen, leaning on the wall, to start making breakfast.

By the time she had prepared breakfast, Greg Jensen had woken up, walked into the dining room, and saw Jophia Locke cooking.

He approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and gently kissed it, chuckling, “You’re up so early?”

“Hmph, who’s like you, such a lazy pig!”

Jophia Locke’s ears tickled and she felt weak, leaning into his arms involuntarily as she softly complained, “Stop it, I’m cooking…”

“No worries, you do your cooking, I’ll eat mine.”

“Don’t.”

Jophia Locke quickly pushed him away, then kissed him on the face, saying, “Be good, for tonight.”

“Haha, alright then.”

Greg Jensen didn’t insist, instead helping to set the table with bowls and dishes.

After breakfast, Greg Jensen drove away from the Imperial Scenery Community, bought some breakfast on the way, and then arrived at Enchanted River Town.

Trey Holmes had just gotten up and burst into a happy smile seeing Greg Jensen bring breakfast.

“You eat first; I’m going to check on my flowers.”

“They’re clearly grass!”

Greg Jensen smiled without explaining and, carrying the Fragrant Spirit Grass, went to a corner of the yard. Using the Small Cloud Rain Skill, he condensed some water drops in the air and watered the grass in the pot.

He then placed the pot on a low wall nearby.

Looking at the increasingly green and thriving Fragrant Spirit Grass, he couldn’t help but smile contentedly, “This is what I’m really looking forward to…”

He felt that the presence of the Fragrant Spirit Grass was a constant reminder that he had to reach Foundation Establishment soon. Only by entering the Foundation Establishment Stage would he truly step into the threshold of cultivation.

Greg Jensen was immersed in his thoughts when he suddenly noticed a man stopping at the gate, looking inside.

Enchanted River Town was a villa community, with semi-open yards where the yard walls were only waist-high, and the small gates were mere decorations.

Greg Jensen stood up and asked with confusion, “May I ask who you’re looking for?”

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t see you just now.”

The man’s fleeting panic was quickly replaced by a smile as he said, “I live just across the way, I heard you moved in, but I’ve never seen anyone around.

I saw there was also a car at the door just now, so I thought I’d come over and introduce myself.”

Introduce himself?

Greg subconsciously glanced back at the small assistant doing yoga in the living room and couldn’t help but snicker to himself.

Could it be that this little girl is the one who attracted him?

He didn’t think much of it and smiled, “Hello, would you like to come in and sit for a while?”

“Uh, I’ve still got some things to do today, maybe another time.”

“Alright then, let’s sit together some other time.”

“Sure, I’ll be off now then.”

“Mhmm.”

Greg laughed at the man’s retreating figure, turned and walked into the living room, teasing, “Yo, look at you, you’re quite the catch.”

“Ah? What do you mean, ‘quite the catch’?”

Trey Holmes had a decent figure and was wearing yoga pants; as she spoke to Greg, she pulled off a perfect split.

Greg laughed, “There was a guy just now, said he’s our neighbor, kept looking into our yard.

I figured the only thing worth looking at in our yard is you. I’m guessing he must have taken a liking to you.”

“Ah, really?”

Upon hearing this, Trey Holmes sat down abruptly on the floor, almost gasping for air, her face flushed with embarrassment and in a bit of a panic, she said:

“I usually come back at night to sleep, and I’ve hardly spent any time here during the day. I’ve never seen any neighbor.”

Hearing her say this, Greg also felt something was not quite right.

Trey Holmes was always with him during the day, usually returning very late, when it’s pitch-dark and you can’t see anything clearly. How did that man fall for her?

However, Greg wasn’t particularly interested in a stranger, he found watching his little assistant blushing to be much more amusing.

He smirked, “Maybe he saw you one afternoon when you came back.”

Trey snorted at that comment, “Fall for me just by seeing me once? Does he have a craving for my body or something?”

Greg looked at her thin figure and replied subconsciously, “I think, if he’s an adult, he probably wouldn’t crave your body.”

“You… what do you mean?” Trey asked, bewildered.

Greg stared at her dry little chest for a moment, then said, “No normal adult would like to eat mini-mantou, right?”

“Mini-mantou?”

Trey was first stunned, then realized what he meant, and her face turned crimson as she said indignantly:

“Boss, that is too much. Even though… even though it’s small, it can’t be mini-mantou, can it?”

“Hehe!”

Greg chuckled lightly, disguising his inner awkwardness, then quickly walked away.

Trey said with a sense of grievance, “What are you laughing at? I really have them, you want to see?”

“No need to look, I’m afraid I’ll get a sty.”

“Boss, you…”

Trey stamped her foot in frustration, silently cursing at Greg’s retreating figure for a good while, before storming off to her room to change clothes, cheeks puffed with annoyance.

Outside in the yard, Greg, seeing that the little assistant hadn’t followed, let out a long sigh of relief and muttered, “In the future, this habit of being brutally honest really needs to change.”

Thinking of the little assistant’s frustrated expression, he couldn’t help but smile and said, “Maybe I should cook her some papaya snow fungus tonight?

Sigh, better not. It would be like insulting someone to their face, and I’d be rightly beaten to death.”

Greg glanced at the time and saw that it was almost nine o’clock, he hastily shouted towards the inside, “Little Nan, hurry up, we’re going to be late.”