The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 211: Be There in a Moment_1

Greg Jensen returned home to find no one there, and it was only after making a call that he learned Vince Cooper wouldn’t be coming back because he had class early the next morning.

Suddenly living alone, he actually felt a bit unaccustomed to it.

He hesitated for a moment before dialing the number Ryan Lampe had secretly left him.

“Hello, oh, I don’t need a loan.”

Click!

The call was disconnected.

“What’s going on?”

Just as Greg was looking confused, a message came through, with just five words in it.

I’ll be there soon.

Greg couldn’t help but smirk, thinking to himself that this girl was quite clever.

Thinking of Ryan’s enchanting figure, his breathing became somewhat rapid; after a moment, he decided to go take a shower first.

Meanwhile, Ryan was having dinner with Vince Cooper.

After sending the message, she looked up and said, “Vince, I’ve got something to do and won’t be coming back tonight.”

“Ah? What about your early class tomorrow?”

“Just mark me as present, okay? That’s it, I’ve got to go.”

Having said that, Ryan grabbed her bag and dashed out quickly.

Vince was puzzled, “Where could she be going this late?”

“In a hurry to pick up her delivery,” the roommate in the top bunk, Angela Stuart, said with a laugh.

Vince asked, oblivious, “Pick up what delivery?”

Angela looked up, grinning mischievously, “It’s got to be her boyfriend’s ‘goods,’ what else could it be?”

Vince’s face turned red, and she retorted, “Geez, you’re so bad!”

Afterward, feeling something was amiss, she wondered, “But didn’t she just break up?”

“A new boyfriend, obviously.”

“That wretch, she got a boyfriend and didn’t even tell us. We need to give her a thorough interrogation when she gets back.”

…

After leaving the campus, Ryan caught a taxi to Greg’s house. She calmed her rushed breath and then pressed the doorbell.

The hallways were quiet, and Ryan’s heart inexplicably began to pound.

She didn’t know what had come over her; ever since the first time she saw Greg, she had felt this man was very charismatic.

Even in class today, her head was filled with images of Greg, her body felt aflame, and those strange sounds seemed to ring in her ears again.

That was the reason she had run over here without any second thoughts when Greg called.

But now that she was here, she felt nervous.

A moment later, Greg, wearing a robe, opened the door.

Seeing his face filled with smiles and the faint outline of strong muscles, Ryan’s legs went weak.

But still, she managed to summon a tender smile and sweetly said, “Mr. Jensen, your takeout has arrived.”

Greg felt a surge of mischief well up inside without uttering a word, pulled her into the house, and kissed her firmly.

“Hmm, let’s… let’s go to the room.”

“This is fine right here, it’s good.”

The temperature in the room soared quickly, with two rapid breaths mingling in the air.

Ryan had a slender figure, not busty but not bony either. If Greg had to describe it, he would probably use two words.

Voluptuous!

This word didn’t just describe the body, it could describe Ryan’s entire being.

In her, Greg truly experienced the saying—a woman is made of water.

Time passed, and eventually, the room fell silent.

Lying lazily on Greg’s legs, Ryan, catching her breath, said, “You are such a bad man, knowing I have class early tomorrow, yet you still called me.”

“Looks like someone can’t sleep,” Greg Jensen chuckled.

Ryan Lampe snorted and said, “So what you’re saying is, you won’t call me if Cindy Harrison is here?”

“Haha, that’s not what I mean.”

“I don’t care; I can’t make it to my morning class tomorrow. You owe me.”

Greg Jensen laughed, “What do you want me to make it up to you with?”

“Let’s do it one more time.”

“As you wish.”

Late at night, Ryan Lampe curled up in Greg Jensen’s arms, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

Once she was asleep, Greg Jensen gently got up, went to the living room, poured himself a glass of wine, and looked at the moonlight outside the window, pondering the things to come.

It would be another half a month before the renovation at Dreamscape Garden was complete, after which they could start a trial operation.

That afternoon, Chestor Ware had called, and Jamae Herbs Factory had officially signed the contract; the handover was beginning these next few days.

The Jamae Herbs Factory was already in operation, so some simple maintenance would have it continue operating.

They just had to wait for the medicinal herbs from Peach Blossom Village to be harvested, and then they could start delivering.

Chestor Ware suggested that it would be best to buy some medicinal herbs from nearby, otherwise, the Jamae factory would have to temporarily cease operations.

It wasn’t a problem if the factory closed, but the workers’ wages still had to be paid. Otherwise, by the time it officially resumed operations, if all the workers were gone, it would pose a problem.

Greg Jensen naturally had no objections to this, since it was still Chestor Ware’s job to handle.

In addition, two days ago, Lois Abbott called to discuss opening a Peach Blossom Supermarket in Jamae City, and preferably, establishing a vegetable base there as well.

Otherwise, even if they opened the supermarket, the shipping costs would not be reduced.

Greg Jensen felt a bit of a headache; if they really established a vegetable base in Jamae City, that responsibility would fall on his head.

Thinking of this, Greg Jensen suddenly paused, “When did I become so lazy?”

It was only now that he finally realized that after a few months of cultivation and with his realm constantly improving, his perspective seemed to have undergone a significant change.

In the past, he wouldn’t bother others with tasks he could do himself.

However, now he was different; he would delegate tasks to others whenever possible.

He preferred to have control over the overall situation.

Beyond that, there had been a significant change in his personality as well.

Take Cindy Harrison, for example. If the old him had the capabilities he had now, he would have gone straight to her doorstep.

But now, he preferred to play it slow, to take away everything important to his adversary.

Doesn’t Cindy Harrison like money?

Then let her become penniless, leave her with nothing!

“Don’t rush, let’s take our time,” he said to himself.

Greg Jensen picked up the glass, took a big gulp, the alcohol exploding in his mouth with a faint sweetness and a strong alcoholic taste.

Immediately after, a subtle oak barrel flavor filled his nostrils.

He exhaled a long breath of liquor, his lips slowly curling into a satisfied smile.

As the night deepened, Greg Jensen returned to the bedroom and, embracing the soft body beside him, fell into a deep sleep.

Because Ryan Lampe still planned to attend her morning class, she woke up very early, and without even having time to put on makeup, she left.

Even so, she made sure to have a buffet breakfast before leaving.

As for Greg Jensen, he blissfully savored the moment and then fell back into a restful nap.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already ten in the morning.

After getting up, he felt refreshed, with True Qi brimming within him.

Following a quick breakfast, he made a call to Brandon Brent.

Greg Jensen didn’t give him a warm reception, speaking coldly, “The last job I gave you, someone else has already taken care of it, so there’s no need for you to come over.”

Brandon Brent was startled, thinking he had been cast aside, and quickly said, “Mr. Jensen, I’ve already arrived in Jamae. These past few days I’ve mainly been organizing manpower because Jamae is not our turf; I couldn’t get things done alone, could I?”

“It doesn’t matter; someone else has done it already.”