Chapter 156: Chapter 156 - They All Meant Clarence

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Young Master, it’s almost time for you to go home.

“We’ve already broken the rules by meeting today,” Emmett reminded with a smile.

Clarence nodded. “Thank you for telling me this.”

He waved and turned away without hesitation.

Emmett shouted to Clarence from behind, “Young Master, I truly hope our next meeting will be on Paradise Island.”

Clarence did not look back nor say a word. He just walked out of the park shrouded in the darkness of the night.

As soon as Clarence left, Winnie pouted. “I thought he was somebody, but he’s just turned out to be a loser.

“We’re handing him the world’s top consortium, yet his first reaction was to cower? What a loser!”

“Winnie, shut up. You’re only Master’s adopted daughter. You’d be nothing if it hadn’t been for Master.

“You were supposed to be Young Master’s wife, but now...” Emmett frowned.

Winnie looked upset. “Him?

“He looks just like a loser. Does he deserve to be my husband?

“I hope he can’t take the pressure and just dies soon.”

Winnie had a mean face. However, even when she showed extreme disgust, she looked dignified.

Slap...

Emmett raised his hand and slapped Winnie across the face. “Remember, Young Master will always be Young Master.

“This is the first time, and it’s only because you’re Master’s adopted daughter.

“If I hear you insult Young Master again, I’ll send you to Black Agency.”

Winnie’s body trembled, and her face turned pale instantly.

It was the first time Emmett had slapped her.

The term ‘Black Agency’ instantly filled her heart with fear. “Got it.”

“Ms. Winnie, let’s go back.” Emmett nodded with satisfaction and reverted to his usual self.

Winnie gulped. “Okay... Let’s go back.”

On the way back, everything became clear to Clarence. He had no choice but to fight back.

He would die if he did not fight back.

It was just like the competition for the throne in ancient times. No matter who the crown prince was, if he failed to ascend to become the king, he would surely die.

Clarence might not have wanted to be drawn into the fray, but he would not helplessly wait for his demise either.

Thankfully, there were rules to this game. They were only going to go after Clarence with forces commensurate with his current strength.

In other words, if these guys wanted to give Clarence trouble, they could only get someone as good as Clarence to give said trouble to him.

In that case, Clarence was not too scared.

There were always solutions to a problem.

Everyone was human, with one head on their shoulders each, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

It was a little after 6 AM the next day, and dawn was just breaking. Hundreds of luxury cars drove into an extravagant villa on the outskirts of Mediterranean City.

Doctors in white coats, elderly people, and medical teams walked out of the luxury cars. There were hundreds of them. It should have been a bustling atmosphere, but it was so quiet that you would be able to hear even the drop of a needle.

No one spoke.

At 6.30 AM, Selina appeared at the villa’s iron gates. “Sorry to have kept you waiting. My father’s inside. Come in and have a look.”

Dozens of medical teams entered the villa.

If Clarence were here, he would have recognized many familiar faces.

Master Summers from Beth City, whom River had introduced him to; Lorenz, whom Clarence had met yesterday at the Reed Villa on Cloud Hill; and Yosef, the chief physician at Beth City’s Humanity Hall and Peony’s eldest brother.

Even Trevor and the others, who had once lost a bet against Clarence, were present.

Throughout the day, dozens of medical teams worked on Bob Lawson, the richest man in Maple Country.

They were at a loss for what to do.

Selina waited outside the ward as the medical teams kept pouring out.

They all looked regretful.

“Sorry, Ms. Lawson. There’s nothing we can do. Please find someone else.”

“Ms. Lawson, we’ve done everything we can. Your father’s illness is strange, and we can’t find the cause.”

“Sorry, Ms. Lawson, but there’s really nothing we can do.”

“We gotta go, Ms. Lawson. Sorry for your loss.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Ms. Lawson...”

As more medical teams left, Selina’s face grew grimmer and grimmer.

She had not drunk or eaten anything throughout the entire day.

She finally lost her temper, throwing things around at random. “Losers. You’re all a bunch of losers.”

Selina smashed valuable antiques worth millions of dollars with no qualms.

Mahogany furniture worth tens of millions was kicked to the ground and smashed to pieces.

Selina’s eyes were red. “I’ve paid so much money for you to cure my dad.

“Isn’t it just money?

“One billion dollars.

“Ten billion dollars.

“I’ll pay any amount to get my dad cured.

“Aren’t you the best doctors in the world?

“Didn’t you say you could even steal lives from Satan?

“Why can’t you even cure my dad, then?” Selina was screaming and hysterical.

Her father had fallen ill all of a sudden. He had not even arranged for what would happen after his passing.

Selina could foresee that once her father died, the Lawson family’s influence in Maple Country would be divided among her older brothers.

The business empire Bob had built up throughout his entire life would instantly collapse if that happened.

Although Selina was a woman, she had the ambitions of a man.

She wanted to inherit her father’s business empire and maintain the Lawson family’s place as the richest in Maple Country.

She did not want to be like her older brothers—keeping Hollywood celebrities as lovers; playing with planes, sports cars, and yachts; taking part in racing, horse racing, and gambling; and generally leading a hedonistic lifestyle with the money they had.

The hall of the villa was dead silent.

Suddenly, the British doctor Lorenz said, “I know a man who can cure Mr. Lawson. He cured President Reed of his paralysis. He’s the best doctor I’ve ever seen.

“He’s amazing with his alternative medicine.”

Lorenz’s tone was full of admiration.

Master Summers frowned and spoke slowly. “I also know of someone who was able to tell that my granddaughter was ill with only one glance. I’m ashamed of myself!”

Master Summers hesitated a little. “Maybe he can cure him.”

Yosef’s expression changed slightly. “I also know that his medical skills are outstanding. He can do it!

“Old Master Wright had an incurable disease and was on the brink of death, yet he saved him. He can save Mr. Lawson.”

Selina was so upset that she did not have time to sort through the information they had told her.

If she had just thought about it, she would have been able to figure out whom these people were talking about.

She quickly asked, “Who is he?”

Lorenz said, “The owner of Thirteen Hall!”

Master Summers said cautiously, “Clarence Howard!”

Yosef looked proud. “My sister’s son-in-law.

“Ms. Lawson, the three people we’re talking about are actually the same person.”

Selina had an instant realization, and her pretty face darkened. “Did you just say Clarence Howard?

“Not him again!”

She did not expect that after everything she had gone through, the person they were now recommending had turned out to be Clarence, whom she had met on her first day back in Mediterranean City.