The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 285: Chapter 285 Pain and Pleasure_1

It wasn’t until Adrian Wright settled into the H6 that he finally came to his senses. Glancing at Trey Holmes driving in front, he couldn’t help but show a hint of envy.

Smacking his lips, he said, “Greg, you really know how to enjoy life, even getting such a beautiful woman to drive for you. I should find one for myself tomorrow.”

Greg Jensen gave him a look and said, “My assistant is an actual assistant who, besides driving, handles some daily business.

If you were to get an assistant, I bet it wouldn’t take two days for you to know how many moles she has on her body.”

“Heh heh.”

Adrian Wright laughed sheepishly with a flushed face.

Trey Holmes, who was driving, glanced at the two men in the rearview mirror, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Boss, actually… I can do that too.”

“Uh.”

Greg Jensen paused, confused, “You can do what?”

Trey Holmes’s face turned even redder, with a touch of shyness, “You know… the thing you guys were talking about?”

Greg Jensen said speechlessly, “Just focus on your driving; don’t always interrupt when the boss is talking!”

“Hahaha…”

Adrian Wright, sitting beside him, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “What your boss means is, he doesn’t want you to interrupt, he wants to do the talking himself!”

Greg Jensen’s face immediately darkened as he looked at Adrian Wright, who was smugly pleased with himself, and gritted his teeth, saying:

“Have you been practicing that health regimen I taught you? Better keep at it, because I’m checking tomorrow morning, and if it’s not up to par, hehe…”

Adrian Wright shivered and squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, “Greg, I was just talking nonsense; I promise not to joke like that in the future.”

“Heh heh.”

“Greg, I was wrong!”

Adrian Wright wished he could slap himself right then and there. Why on earth did he run his mouth for no reason?

The health regimen Greg taught was simple at the beginning but got more challenging towards the end, resembling certain yoga stretches.

The poses were not only awkward but many of them left his whole body aching.

Although he felt greatly rejuvenated in both spirit and body after practicing, the pain during the process was very real.

True pain and pleasure!

Greg Jensen, uninterested in continuing the conversation, closed his eyes to catch up on sleep.

Trey Holmes’s driving was quite good, and combined with the villa Adrian Wright had found not being far from the city center, they arrived after driving for just over ten minutes.

This area was near the outskirts of Jamae, surrounded by villa communities, with Spencer Burley’s home also nearby, a mere ten-minute walk away.

The villa Greg Jensen liked wasn’t very large, at least it was one of the smaller types in the Enchanted River town community.

Three floors above ground with an additional basement level, boasting four bedrooms, four bathrooms, two living rooms, plus a maid’s room, a study, and an underground theater room.

There was a yard in front where one could plant some flowers and greenery, next to a small parking lot shared among a few households.

Those whose cars couldn’t fit in their own garages could park them here.

Greg Jensen took one look and immediately fell for the house.

Most importantly, the security measures at Enchanted River were top-notch.

Twenty-four-hour security patrols, cameras at every intersection covering every corner of the community except inside the residents’ homes.

With the Fragrant Spirit Grass here, there was absolutely no need to worry about security.

After all, the community was filled with the wealthy and influential—who would bother to steal a pot of herbs?

“How much?” Greg Jensen asked.

Adrian Wright pondered and said, “Enchanted River is also owned by the Wright Family; this house was initially a show home that has never been sold. If you want it, three million will do.”

Greg Jensen looked at him in surprise, “Are you saying you’re in charge of the Wright Family now?”

“Haha, not really; I just happen to be quite familiar with these businesses,” Adrian Wright said with a laugh.

“Alright, let’s proceed with the formalities then,” Greg Jensen said, fully aware that despite Adrian Wright’s seemingly casual remark, he had no idea how much groundwork had been laid behind the scenes.

Compared to Spencer Burley, Adrian Wright was more like the future Family Head should be.

Enchanted River town was already a property of the Wright Family, and with young master Wright present, the paperwork was processed remarkably fast; within two hours, the keys were already in Greg Jensen’s hands.

He didn’t have to worry about the rest of the procedures, as the real estate company’s staff would handle everything and deliver the documents to him.

Greg Jensen glanced at his bank balance and sighed helplessly, silently lamenting:

Money really does burn a hole in the pocket!

Just a moment ago, he had over six million, and in the blink of an eye, he had given away half of it.

Greg Jensen had been planning to switch cars, but now it seemed impossible. He still had no idea when the payment from the pharmaceutical factory would come through, and currently, he had just spent another three million.

He had almost run out of Qi Blood Pills, and he needed to keep some cash on hand for himself.

The main problem actually lay with the herb processing factory; they were supposed to settle accounts as soon as the goods were delivered, but because of the underhanded tactics of the Locke family, the factory’s funds were tight.

As one of the factory’s shareholders, Greg Jensen naturally couldn’t press for payment.

“Locke family, when are you going to make your move?” Greg Jensen said as he sat in his new living room, his brows slightly furrowed. According to his estimation, Ethan Locke should have taken action by now.

Why was there still no news?

Just as he was hesitating over whether to make a call to ask, Taylor Ware’s phone call came through.

“Mr. Jensen, Westland Pharmaceuticals just sent a notice, saying that because the last batch of herbs didn’t meet the standards, our qualification to supply has been canceled,” she said.

There it is!

Greg Jensen’s eyes lit up, and he smiled, “They’ve finally made their move. I thought it would take a few more days.”

Even though Taylor Ware knew Greg Jensen’s plan, as the manager of the herb processing plant, she still asked worriedly:

“What do we do now? We can’t just let them take away our supplier rights.”

“Of course not!”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “Do this, contact Westland Pharmaceuticals immediately, and tell them that those goods aren’t ours. It’s obvious that somebody switched them in the warehouse.

If they don’t give us an explanation, we’ll call the police and check the surveillance.”

“What good will that do? They’re sure not to admit it, and we don’t have any evidence in our hands,” Taylor Ware felt that Greg Jensen was being overly optimistic. The Simmons family had already condoned the behavior of the Locke family, so why would they leave such a big loophole?

She was sure that if they really called the police, Westland Pharmaceuticals would just claim “surveillance under maintenance” as a pretext to refuse the police investigation.

Without evidence on their side, talking was useless!

Greg Jensen chuckled, “It doesn’t matter if they have evidence or not, as long as we have evidence, that’s what matters.”

“You have evidence?” Taylor Ware was surprised.

Greg Jensen asked in confusion, “Didn’t your father tell you?”

Taylor Ware responded with bewilderment, “No, he just told me to contact you if there was any move from Westland Pharmaceuticals and see how you planned to deal with it.”

“Uh, probably your dad forgot,” Greg Jensen casually replied, though internally, he was rather speechless.

What was Chestor Ware thinking?

Not telling Taylor Ware such crucial information, what was he aiming for?

At the same time, Taylor Ware was also somewhat discontented, grumbling, “What’s he thinking? Just tell me earlier, and spare me the needless worry.”

However, what both were unaware of was that all this was deliberately orchestrated by Chestor Ware.