The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 513 - : Attacked Again_1

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: Attacked Again_1

Zhou Jiumei was overjoyed, throwing her arms around Greg Jensen and planting a kiss on him, only to look up and see the mischievous smile in his eyes.

She instantly became bashful, casting her gaze downwards, unsure what to say.

Even though a curtain separated the driver’s cabin from the back seat, Fraser Simmons could still hear every sound from behind clearly.

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Listening to their conversation, he couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement.

Mr. Jensen really was no ordinary man, having won over even the girls from the Stuart Family. It had only been a few days, and they were already inseparable.

Impressive indeed!

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While Fraser Simmons inwardly marveled, he also couldn’t help but worry for Amelia Simmons.

With Mr. Jensen having so many women, Amelia needed to be diligent; otherwise, what would she do if she were abandoned in the future?

The car hadn’t reached the center of the provincial city when it stopped, and Zhou Jiumei got out and left in a taxi by herself.

Watching the taxi disappear into the distance, Greg Jensen turned his attention away and said, “Back to the villa.”

“Okay.”

Inside the villa gifted by the Simmons family, Amelia Simmons sat on the couch with a haggard face, staring blankly into an indistinct corner.

Although news of Greg Jensen’s disappearance hadn’t spread widely, her shrewd mind had picked up on something from her grandfather’s and father’s attitudes.

She had asked several times, but her father had been evasive in his answers.

She knew something had happened to Greg Jensen.

At that moment, the sound of a car approached from outside, followed quickly by footsteps.

Initially, Amelia Simmons didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was her father coming to visit her.

But she soon realized the footsteps were incredibly familiar, and she could also hear Greg Jensen’s voice at the doorstep.

She was startled at first, then like someone shocked by electricity, sprang up from the couch and dashed out.

Just as Greg Jensen walked into the villa, he saw a figure fling itself into his arms.

His arms involuntarily stiffened, but upon seeing it was Amelia Simmons, he softly embraced her.

The next second, her sorrowful crying erupted.

“Sob, Mr. Jensen, where did you go? Why didn’t you contact me for so long…”

“Uh…”

Greg Jensen instinctively looked towards Fraser Simmons; being affectionate with his granddaughter in front of someone else’s grandfather was rather awkward.

Fraser Simmons cleared his throat and said, “Mr. Jensen, I’ll go organize the study for you.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Greg Jensen nodded, watching Fraser Simmons enter the study before he began stroking Amelia Simmons’s long hair, whispering softly,

“Alright, don’t cry, I’m back now, aren’t I?”

It was as if Amelia Simmons hadn’t heard him, continuing to cry ceaselessly in his arms.

With no choice, Greg Jensen could only sit with her on the couch, patting her back while quietly comforting her.

After a long while of coaxing, Amelia Simmons finally calmed down, shared her feelings of missing him, and only then allowed him to leave.

Greg Jensen’s heart was filled with warmth, and he sighed as he pushed open the study door.

Sitting down behind the desk, he looked up and asked, “Tell me, what’s the situation now?”

Fraser Simmons’s expression darkened as he spoke, “The first few days after your disappearance were fine, but it didn’t take long for the Stuart Family to bring in a Grandmaster, who consecutively challenged the Wolfe, Cooper, and Preston Families.

With no other choice, they capitulated and regurgitated all the Green family’s businesses they’d previously swallowed.

Seeing this, other smaller families quickly followed suit.”

Greg Jensen asked, “Is anything wrong with our two families?”

Fraser Simmons shook his head slowly, offering a bitter smile, “Compared to those three families, ours didn’t face much trouble. Maybe they didn’t deem us worthy of their attention?”

Greg Jensen furrowed his brow and said, “Is everyone else alright?”

Upon hearing this, Fraser Simmons began to speak but hesitated, eventually saying, “You should see them in person.”

“Hmm.”

Before long, Duncan Kong, Terry Cooke, and others all hurried over, accompanied by Grandmaster Thomas Lampe and half-step Master Xavier Cooper.

Upon seeing these individuals for the first time, Greg’s expression immediately darkened.

Duncan Kong’s right hand was in a sling and cast, Terry Cooke’s face was pale, obviously from excessive blood loss, and even though Thomas Lampe seemed to be in a slightly better state, Xavier Cooper had it worse.

He arrived in a wheelchair, with his lower body covered in fine cuts that appeared to have been made by sharp blades.

Greg, looking at everyone, furrowed his brow and asked, “Was it the same person who attacked all of you?”

“If only it were just one person.”

Xavier Cooper said somewhat angrily, “There were two people who went after old monkey, both of them in the Master Realm.

One challenged him head-on, while another ambushed him from the shadows…”

Greg paused, knowing Duncan’s capabilities; ordinary Master-level figures simply couldn’t handle him.

The Stuart Family clearly understood this as well, which is why they sent two Grandmasters, employing such despicable tactics.

An open challenge would have been one thing, but to ambush too!

Greg felt a stifled rage trapped in his chest that he couldn’t dispel.

Xavier, indignant, said, “When they killed old monkey, they sent two Grandmasters, but when it came to me, all that was left were a bunch of youngsters?

Who do they look down on? Am I not feared by Grandmasters? Damn it…”

Caught off guard by his outburst, Greg felt some of the heaviness lifting from his heart and couldn’t help feeling speechless before he turned to ask, “So how did you get all these injuries?”

Upon hearing this, Xavier turned somewhat embarrassed and snorted lightly, “They…they were too many, at least a hundred…”

“Hahaha…”

Duncan couldn’t help laughing heartily, clearly enjoying the situation.

With Greg’s arrival, everyone’s anxiety melted away, clamoring to seek revenge against the Stuart Family right away.

In the end, Greg managed to persuade them to hold back after much talk.

In truth, seeing the sorry state of his people, Greg too felt a boundless rage rising, longing to storm the Stuart Residence and kill everyone inside to avenge his subordinates and himself.

But when it came down to it, he managed to restrain his impulses.

After all, he had promised Zhou Jiumei three days’ time; he couldn’t go back on his word over this, could he?

Three days were nothing; he could wait!

That very night, he settled down in the Simmons family villa to recuperate and wait for news from Zhou Jiumei.

However, after a full three days waiting in the villa, there was not the slightest peep from Zhou Jiumei, and even her phone was turned off, unreachable no matter how many times he called.

“What’s going on, could it be…”

Greg was filled with suspicion and decided to personally visit the Stuart Family to ask.

But before he could even step out the front door, a terrifying sense of danger suddenly surged through him.

Without thinking, Greg rolled to the ground just as a bullet whizzed by, striking precisely where he had been standing moments earlier, creating a deep pit the size of a baby’s fist in the ground!

Greg broke out into a cold sweat.

Before he could recover, a rapid succession of gunfire began to ring out.

Without hesitation, Greg quickly made his way around to the back of the villa to avoid the sniper’s sight and headed up the mountain along another side.

Thinking he had fled, the sniper waited for a while without seeing Greg reappear and was about to change locations for a better view when suddenly, the sound of firm and heavy footsteps erupted.

He turned his head to look, only to see a fist the size of a sandbag growing larger in his vision.