The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Night Raid_1

Even someone as strong as Greg Jensen felt somewhat intimidated in the presence of his girlfriend’s father.

Craig Burley’s expression softened slightly, and he nodded at Greg Jensen, then glared at Louisa Burley and said,

“Come back with me! Aaron Gill called and said you …” He didn’t continue, instead glancing at Greg Jensen and adding, “Mr. Jensen, I’m sorry to say that my daughter is already engaged.”

Greg Jensen’s face showed a subtle change as a wave of inexplicable anger surged within him, yet he didn’t know what to say.

Craig Burley didn’t care about that; he grabbed Louisa Burley and started to walk outside.

Greg Jensen wanted to step forward and hold her back, but he knew that doing so would only worsen their relationship and have no benefits.

Louisa Burley left with reluctance, words of protest stuck in her throat, following her father and looking back with every three steps.

Greg Jensen followed behind and watched as the father and daughter got into the car. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Louisa Burley shake her head at him, then gesture for him to call her.

Greg Jensen got the message, stopped in his tracks, and watched as the car gradually disappeared into the distance. @@novelbin@@

It was as if a string from that car had pulled out all the emotions from his heart.

“Bro Jensen…”

“It’s okay.”

Greg Jensen shook his head, turned, and walked back into the yard, his silhouette forlorn.

Spencer Burley watched his retreating figure, opened his mouth as if to speak, but not knowing what to say, he ultimately let out a long sigh.

This villa was built on the peak of a mountain, with a bottomless cliff right behind the house, perennially shrouded in a thin mist that obscured its true face.

Greg Jensen picked up a bottle of wine and sat on a stone at the edge of the cliff, drinking as he waited.

From noon until sunset and until it started to darken, the phone finally rang.

“Bro Jensen, I’m home.”

“Mhm.”

Hearing that gentle and sweet voice, a smile finally appeared on his long-silent face.

“Your dad didn’t scold you, did he?”

“He did, but it’s okay; it was just talk, so don’t mind it.”

“Mhm.”

After a long silence, Greg Jensen asked, “What kind of person is he?”

At his question, Louisa Burley fell silent, and after a long time, she said, “I don’t really know who he is; I just met him once when I was little.

I was sickly and weak as a child, and my dad took me everywhere looking for doctors and remedies, but nothing improved my condition.

Then an old Taoist came to our home, claiming he could cure my illness. The condition was for me to marry his disciple, and my dad agreed in a daze.

Later, the old Taoist actually stabilized my condition and told my father that to completely cure my illness, I had no choice but to marry his disciple.

After that, the old Taoist and his disciple stayed in our home for a while.

The old Taoist was incredible; he could leap as high as two stories and could produce fire, flicking his fingers and creating a small ball of flame.

When that old Taoist lit his cigarettes, he didn’t need a lighter at all. He simply ignited it with his fingers.”

Hearing this, Greg Jensen’s heart trembled. Could it be a Cultivator?

He considered this but then dismissed the idea.

Jumping high indicated that the old Taoist was skilled and his Qinggong was also commendable.

As for this supposed fire-creation ability, it was probably just some kind of trick.

Greg Jensen asked, “Then why can’t the engagement be broken off?”

Louisa Burley hesitated for a moment and said, “Actually, our family wasn’t always this well off; we used to be just a middle-class household.

Before he left, the old Taoist said he couldn’t bear to see his future daughter-in-law suffer, so he helped our family improve the Feng Shui.

Oddly enough, after that, my dad’s business started to thrive, and our family’s life gradually improved.

My dad thought the old Taoist was mysterious and feared angering him. He worried that the Taoist might use some strange and peculiar methods against our family, so…”

“Is that the reason?”

Greg Jensen couldn’t help but smile wryly at his own reaction. Although he wasn’t specialized in feng shui, as a cultivator, geomancy was one of the compulsory subjects he needed to study, and his skills in this art were actually quite strong.

If it were just for this reason, he was confident he could persuade Craig Burley to let Louisa Burley marry him.

Greg Jensen said firmly, “Louisa, don’t worry, I will definitely convince your father and make you my wife.”

Louisa Burley voiced her concern, “But… those people…”

“Louisa, trust me, no one can stop us from being together.”

Greg Jensen clenched his fist, silently swearing to himself that he must take Louisa Burley home as his wife.

At this moment, he felt an epiphany and laughed at himself for having been overly worried before.

So what if the other party is a cultivator?

Does that mean they’re definitely stronger than me?

Not necessarily!

How long did it take for me, a boy from a humble rural family, to get to where I am today?

Even if they are stronger than me, who says I can’t catch up, or even surpass them?

After finishing the call with Louisa Burley, Greg Jensen felt a surge of confidence and bravery.

Starting now, he planned to train harder, in order to meet the challenges that were to come.

Greg Jensen stood up and casually tossed the rest of the vodka bottle off the cliff, then turned back to the villa, called Trey Holmes to drive him, leaving Spencer Burley behind, and went back to the Simmons family villa alone.

Upon arriving, Trey Holmes drove back, and Greg Jensen took advantage of the night to enter the villa.

In the yard, there were bodyguards set up by Fraser Simmons to ensure Amelia Simmons’s safety.

The incident with Chelsea Wolfe was still vivid in his memory, so although Greg Jensen maintained his usual demeanor on the surface, inwardly he did not dare to relax.

He didn’t want the tragedy to repeat itself, so he specifically instructed Fraser Simmons to make sure Amelia Simmons was kept safe.

In the silent night, the courtyard seemed peaceful, but in reality, it was filled with both visible and hidden guards. Fortunately, these people all knew Greg Jensen, which allowed him to smoothly make his way inside the villa.

If it had been someone else, they might have been shot on sight.

Greg Jensen tiptoed into the room, took off his clothes, and got directly into bed.

Amelia Simmons awoke with a start, only to find someone lying on top of her, and she screamed in fright.

Greg Jensen didn’t bother explaining and kissed her deeply.

Only then did Amelia Simmons realize that the man before her was the Mr. Jensen she had been longing for.

“You’re so bad, why didn’t you even give me a heads-up?”

“Haha, wouldn’t that ruin the fun?”

“Hmph, I don’t want to deal with you!”

“Really? Then I’m leaving.”

Greg Jensen pretended to get up, which immediately made Amelia Simmons anxious, and she clung to his waist to keep him from leaving.

“Mr. Jensen, I… I was wrong, okay?”

“And what should you do if you’re wrong?”

Greg Jensen smiled slightly, and leaned in close.

After their intimate encounter, Greg Jensen took her pulse to check on the progress of her cultivation practice.

A moment later, he couldn’t help but look at Amelia Simmons in surprise.

He found that this girl was not only diligent in her cultivation but also had great talent. In such a short time, she had almost reached the late stage of the first level.

“Amelia, you’re quite impressive!”

“Of course, so how are you going to reward me?”

“Reward… Well, that would be to do it all over again.”

“Ah, no…”

The bedroom was filled with playful sounds once more.