The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 566: Chapter 566 Helplessness_1

“What a fine evening, and they’ve ruined it!”

Greg Jensen frowned, annoyed, and kicked the corpse on the ground before calling Xavier Cooper to have his men clean up the aftermath and investigate to see who wanted him dead.

Actually, in his view, the assassins could only be from a few families, but he wanted to know exactly who was responsible so he could confront them directly.

After making the call, Greg stepped out of the alley and glanced around, spotting Louisa Burley anxiously standing by the window on the second floor of the restaurant across the street, looking over at him.

Greg’s heart warmed, and he waved to her. Louisa’s face lit up with joy, she nodded at Greg, and then disappeared from the window.

A moment later, Louisa Burley ran out of the restaurant, with Trey Holmes following behind her.

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“Brother Greg, are you all right?”

“I’m fine.”

Greg chuckled and said, “With how tough I am, how could anything happen to me?”

Trey Holmes approached, gave him a look-over, and seeing that he was unharmed, silently moved to the side.

Louisa Burley patted her chest and asked, “What was that about? Who were those people?”

“Probably those guys from the Union of Seven Provinces.”

Greg frowned, anger flickering over his face, “No matter, once I climb to the top of the Seven Province Arena and defeat them, they won’t dare bother me again.”

Louisa Burley glared at him reproachfully, worry filling her heart.

Jeremy Hall had told her that, apart from the Stuart Family, the strengths of the other six families either far surpassed or were at least equal to the Stuart Family.

The last encounter with the Stuart Family was already quite difficult, not to mention this time with six families united?

“Brother Greg, maybe you should just let it be and not participate in the tournament of the seven provinces.”

Greg looked at her worried expression, his heart brimming with warmth, and he smiled, “How can I do that? I need to strive while I can, otherwise how will I provide you with a princess-like life in the future?”

Louisa Burley’s face turned a slight red as she shyly lowered her head. In her eyes, as clear as water, there shimmered a sad glint.

She really wanted to tell Greg that she could no longer enjoy a princess-like life and just wanted Greg to live peacefully himself.

However, she opened her mouth several times but ultimately couldn’t bear to voice those words.

Soon, Xavier Cooper arrived with Brandon Brent and others in tow.

Learning that Greg had been targeted for assassination, they were a mix of shock and fury, all swearing to find the person pulling the strings.

After the incident, neither Trey Holmes nor Louisa Burley were in the mood to continue their outing, so Greg took both of them back home.

Back at the manor, the three of them had a late-night snack.

Greg wrapped his arms around Louisa Burley and went back to the bedroom.

Before entering the bedroom, Louisa was composed, but as they got inside, her face quickly reddened.

“I… I’m going to take a shower first…”

Watching her run off with a blushing face, Greg laughed out loud and quickly stripped off his clothes to follow her in.

“What are you doing?”

“Let’s shower together.”

“I don’t want to, hmm…”

Greg’s midnight fantasy came to a halt at the bedroom door.

Louisa Burley, looking down, said softly, “Brother Greg, I was thinking… wait until we’re married.”

“But…”

Seeing her distressed look, Greg couldn’t bear it and smiled, “No problem, we’ll stick to the old rules then.”

“Okay.”

Louisa answered in a voice as faint as a mosquito, carefully sneaking under the covers.

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In a small city in Qin province, off the beaten track.

After taking a shower, Drake Stuart’s sister sat by the living room window without turning on the lights, staring out into the night, lost in thought.

She had already handed over all the factory work to her eldest brother, Julian Stuart, and the members of the Stuart family no longer treated her with the same reverence as before.

She didn’t care about those things.

If possible, she wished she’d never gotten involved in the family affairs in the first place; maybe then she could have been more willful, leaving her family behind to be with that man.

Deep down, Zhou Jiumei knew she didn’t hate him; in fact, she still thought of him to this very moment.

Under those circumstances, even a fool could see that after Barry Wolfe had killed the main culprit, Xavier Stuart, he didn’t intend to kill anyone else.

Even, if the Stuart family had been willing to lower their heads, Barry Wolfe might not have taken their wealth and status.

In the caverns, Barry Wolfe had said that he didn’t care about money; all he wanted were the resources, those that would support his continued journey.

So it could be said that the old master of the Stuart family didn’t have to die; it was his own unwillingness to accept defeat and bow down that led to his attempting a sneak attack when Zhou Jiumei appeared, which ultimately resulted in the tragedy.

For this very reason, there was not a trace of hatred in Zhou Jiumei’s heart towards Barry Wolfe.

Sometimes she even thought that if her father hadn’t attempted a sneak attack, Greg might not have accidentally killed him, and she might now be at Greg’s side.

Watching him lead the Stuart family to become the overlord of the Seven Provinces, watching him reach the pinnacle.

But, there are no ‘what ifs’ in this world.

Huh!

Just then, a gust of wind blew in, and suddenly there was an additional person in the room.

Zhou Jiumei tensed up, instinctively stepping back a few paces. Only after she saw the newcomer’s face did she breathe a sigh of relief.

“Drake, what’s wrong?”

Thump!

Drake Stuart didn’t steady himself and fell to the ground.

He lifted his head, revealing a grimace of a forced smile, “I can’t beat him, not even with a sneak attack.”

“Who…”

Zhou Jiumei’s expression changed as she asked urgently, “What did you do to him?”

“I told you I couldn’t beat him, what can I do to him?”

Drake Stuart gave a bitter smile, turned his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood, “As expected of the man you fancy, truly formidable.

With three Grandmasters directly engaging him, and me, someone one step away from enlightenment, launching a surprise attack from behind, I still couldn’t kill him.

Tell me, what’s really the background of this guy?”

Saying so, Drake Stuart’s face grew completely cold, and he stared hard at Zhou Jiumei:

“Don’t tell me you don’t know; you’ve been intimate with him, so surely you must know his origins?”

“I truly don’t know, looking at me like that is useless,” Zhou Jiumei said with a frown. “What exactly happened?”

Drake Stuart let out a bitter laugh and suddenly tore open his garment to reveal a wound that stretched from his left shoulder to his right rib.

The wound had been crudely stitched up but due to its length and lack of finesse, the flesh was still gaping in many places.

It looked like a horrifying centipede under the moonlight, grotesque and intimidating.

Even more eerie was that the blood seeping out of the wound was not the normal dark red, but a faint pink instead.

“This is…”

“Yes, it’s from his knife,” Drake Stuart confirmed as he looked down at his wound, then raised his head to look at Zhou Jiumei and said with a ghastly smile,

“Just one cut, and he only used one, even though he didn’t see me.”

“What happened to him then?” Zhou Jiumei pressed.

Drake Stuart chuckled and replied: “He was hit by my palm, True Qi entering his body; even if it doesn’t kill him, it’ll take half his life.

Without three or five months, he won’t recover back to his peak condition.”