The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 631 - Beauties Gather_1
Chapter 631: Chapter 631: Beauties Gather_1
Chapter 631 -631: Beauties Gather_1
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Noah Locke glared at him and, not wanting to dwell too much on this matter, changed the topic:
“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Since it’s in your name now, you handle it. I’ll be returning to Mystic City tomorrow.”
The siblings exchanged a glance, both feeling that their father’s pride was wounded, which is why he said all those forceful words.
What they didn’t realize was that at that very moment, Noah Locke’s thoughts were not on appeasement but on how to avenge his past humiliation.
…
Late at night.
After completing his Qi Refinement, Greg Jensen stood up to stretch, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat by the window to enjoy the rare quiet moment.
With Walter Locke dead, no one in the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan could stand in his way anymore, which is why he was so assertive during the negotiations earlier in the day.
As the saying goes, kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and the Locke family was that very chicken he intended to use as an example.
He wanted to use the Locke family to deter all sides, to bring the entire Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan to submission at his feet.
He wanted everyone to know that the consequence of angering him was nothing but a dead end.
Because he didn’t have the time to entangle with those commoners, he needed to devote all his time to enhance his strength.
He needed to quickly cultivate to the Golden Core Stage and then find the location of the Hidden Gate to bring back the woman he loved.
Anyone who dared to stand in his way would be crushed!
Frankly speaking, taking over the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan clearly benefited him, at the very least he had already gained the medicinal ingredients for three Qi Condensing Pills from the Family Heads of Jiangnan.
However, these ingredients were far from enough.
But he had already issued the list of needed medicinal ingredients as tasks, believing that with the combined strength of the Eighteen Cities of Jiangnan and the Seven Provinces of Northwest, he should be able to find plenty.
In addition, martial families from other regions also came with their reputations at stake, bringing with them plenty of gifts.
A significant portion of these were rare herbal ingredients, enough for Greg Jensen’s use for a while.
Yet, once he reached the mid-stage of Qi Refinement, the effects of the Qi Condensing Pill would no longer be so pronounced, and he’d need to concoct new elixirs.
The Gathering Spirit Pill could increase mana and accelerate the speed of mana condensation, falling under the category of lower grade Spirit Pills.
Of course, to concoct the Gathering Spirit Pill, one couldn’t use ordinary ingredients; it had to be graded spiritual medicine.
Whether it was the spiritual medicine or the method of concoction, it was several degrees harder than the Qi Condensing Pill.
Fortunately, during his stay in the Yunan Cave Mansion, Greg Jensen had obtained some spiritual medicine, enough to concoct two doses of the Gathering Spirit Pill.
But before that, Greg Jensen still had to make a trip to the West River Gully Cave.
He had a premonition that the caves of West River Valley would surely bring him an unexpected surprise.
The next day, as the sky brightened, a small moving truck drove into East Peak Manor, followed by an SUV.
After the vehicles were parked, the movers began to unload, and Lois Abbott and her sister Doris Locke stepped out of the car.
Greg Jensen smiled and went to greet them.
“You’ve arrived.”
Lois Abbott’s face was cold; she scanned the area and her gaze fell on Amelia Simmons. Her eyes were stern, and she remained silent without speaking.
Doris Locke stood behind her sister, cheekily winked, and silently mouthed something.
Based on her lip movements, she seemed to say, “You’re done for.”
With a wry smile, Greg Jensen took Lois Abbott’s hand, without introducing Amelia Simmons, and instead led her to the second floor of the rear building to visit the still frail Theresa Locke.
Theresa Locke knew Lois Abbott was coming, so she had made herself up in advance, dying her hair and applying makeup.
Her naturally stunning beauty appeared even more youthful at the moment, making her look like she was in her early forties.
Lois Abbott had long heard about the story of the ninth sister, and, upon seeing her like this, couldn’t help but be deeply moved.
The two of them were not at loggerheads with each other, but rather, resembled sisters who hadn’t seen each other for many years, holding hands and chatting away with laughter and conversation.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen breathed a sigh of relief. His decision had indeed been the right one.
If anyone could rival Lois Abbott in the aura of a family matriarch, it was only the ninth sister who could truly carry that mantle.
He stepped outside, exhaling deeply, about to light a cigarette to ease his mood, when a petite figure hugged him from behind.
“Brother-in-law, how did you become like this?”
Greg Jensen turned around and gently pushed her away, asking with a smile, “What’s the matter? Don’t you like how I look now?”
“It’s not that, it just feels a bit unfamiliar.”
Looking up with her small face, Lois Snow said, “It’s like hugging a stranger, kind of thrilling.”
Hearing this, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but show a face full of exasperation, and scraped her nose, saying, “At your young age, what are you thinking about?”
Lois Snow scrunched her nose and said with a sweet smile, “Hehe, I’m not thinking anything.”
“Alright, you’d better go inside and join your sister for a chat. I’m going to smoke outside.”
“Okay.”
Lois Snow agreed, glanced around, then stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on Greg Jensen’s face.
Before he could react, she ran into the house giggling.
Shaking his head with a smile, Greg Jensen lit the cigarette in his mouth.
Lois Abbott was about to take over the new conglomerate, and moreover, East Peak Manor needed a lady of the house, so after talking with the ninth sister, who did not wish to be in the public eye, Greg Jensen had no choice but to have Lois Abbott come over.
Greg Jensen stayed outside for a while, and after Lois Abbott finished chatting with the ninth sister, he brought her back to the main residence and introduced her to Thomas Lampe and the others.
Thanks to the groundwork laid by the ninth sister, Lois Abbott’s attitude towards Amelia Simmons also became warmer, but she continued to maintain a cold expression towards Greg Jensen.
After lunch, Theresa Locke and Doris Locke also arrived.
The siblings appeared much more relaxed this time. Doris Locke had a bubbly personality and quickly became one with Lois Snow and the others.
Later in the evening, the chef prepared a large table of dishes, and everyone gathered happily, chatting and laughing.
After dinner, Lois Abbott arranged for the Locke siblings to stay the night, while Greg Jensen went back to his room early. After washing up, he waited for the long-missed Lois Abbott.
It was not until the moon rose over the willows that Lois Abbott arrived, late as ever. Seeing Greg Jensen reading in bed, she couldn’t help but sigh.
Although she had known for a long time that a man like Greg Jensen could not possibly be content with just one woman, she still felt somewhat uneasy in her heart.
“That Doris Locke isn’t your woman as well, is she?”
Greg Jensen was taken aback and replied with a wry smile, “What are you thinking? How could that be possible?”
“Good, because if you dare… mmm…”
Before Lois Abbott could finish, Greg Jensen took the initiative and launched his advance.
The pair, not having seen each other for a long time, didn’t feel the slightest bit estranged and quickly got into the mood.
Immediately, the room filled with enchanting music.
In the next room, Lois Snow sat on a small stool by the wall, took out a stethoscope, and began to listen with a mischievous grin.
In another room, Doris Locke, who had just finished bathing and was drying off, suddenly heard noises coming from the next room and her face instantly flushed.
Feeling hot all over, she murmured, “That scoundrel, starting again, really is…”
