The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 262: Chapter 262 Cautious Thoughts_1

“Why bring that up? It’s not like you set out to scam me on purpose. Who doesn’t have a lapse now and then?”

Greg Jensen patted his shoulder and then called Wallace Carter to explain the situation to him.

Without any hesitation, Wallace Carter immediately agreed to everything.

In less than ten minutes, he arrived with his men, gave the room a cold look, and asked, “Mr. Jensen, are these the two who scammed you out of your money?”

“Yeah, it’s these two; the one who got beaten is the ringleader,” said Greg Jensen.

“What do you plan to do with them?”

“I just want my money back; the rest is up to you.”

Wallace Carter nodded in understanding and then turned to instruct his men, “Tie them up well and take them away.”

“Yes, boss.”

A few young guys immediately came forward and tied the two up tightly.

Just then, Max Milton, who had been knocked out by Greg Jensen, suddenly came to and, seeing what was happening, struggled violently, shouting:

“I’m with Thousand Doors; if you lay a hand on me, I’ll make sure your whole family dies.”

“Go to hell, you don’t scam Mr. Jensen’s money and get away with it, no matter what ‘Doors’ you’re with!”

Wallace Carter ordered his men, “Gag him and throw him in the van, take him away.”

“Yes, boss.”

Two of the young guys found some cloths out of nowhere, stuffed them into Max Milton’s mouth, and carried them out.

After Wallace Carter and his men had left, Adrian Wright sighed helplessly and said with a bitter smile, “Just like that, seven million is gone. If my dad finds out, he’ll skin me alive.”

It was clear; Greg Jensen’s loss was on him too.

But Greg Jensen shook his head, “Stop talking nonsense. Doing business comes with risks; you can’t take the fall all by yourself.

We will still have our fun and laughs; let’s wait until Wallace Carter has news.”

“Alright, nothing else to do,” agreed Adrian Wright.

“Enough with the long face. I’m out of here; call me if you need anything.”

Greg Jensen, thinking of Vince Cooper and the others, comforted Adrian Wright for a bit and then stood up to leave.

…

Across from Jamae University, a van was parked on the side of the road with several men sitting inside, staring motionlessly at the university gate.

Behind the van was a luxury SUV, with Jay Brent sitting in the driver’s seat and Ethan Locke in the passenger seat.

Watching the entrance to Jamae University, Jay Brent hesitated, “Mr. Locke, they’re not coming out. Shall we do this another day?”

Ethan Locke glanced at him and said indifferently, “If you’re scared, just say it. You’re not the only one who can do this job at Jamae.”

Jay Brent quickly retorted with a smile, “What are you talking about, Mr. Locke? Just dealing with a couple of girls; why would I be scared?

But if they’re not coming out, we can’t just keep waiting, can we?”

“Heh, that’s easy.”

Ethan Locke took Jay Brent’s phone, composed a text message, added the phone numbers of Vince Cooper and her friends, and hit send.

A bewildered Jay Brent asked, “Mr. Locke, what did you just send?”

Ethan Locke let out a chuckle, handed over the phone, and said, “Take a look for yourself.”

Jay Brent looked at his phone to see a message that read: “I’m Greg Jensen, wanna hang out tonight? Don’t tell anyone else.”

Jay Brent paused and then said, “Mr. Locke, do you think this will work?”

“Who knows? Let’s try it; it might work,” Ethan Locke replied.

Ethan Locke smiled and then added, “If it doesn’t, we’ll have to try another day.”

…

Inside the female dormitory at Jamae University.

Vince Cooper heard her phone ring and thought it was Greg Jensen, but as soon as she picked it up, something felt off.

First, Greg wouldn’t talk to him with that tone.

Second, her relationship with Greg was well-known, and that last sentence was simply like gilding the lily.

Vince scoffed dismissively, saying, “Someone’s impersonating Greg and messaging me.”

“Ah, really? I got one too!”

Ryan handed his phone to Vince, laughing, “I thought Mr. Greg from your house was joking with me.”

After glancing at the phone, Vince sneered, “This scammer didn’t even put in the effort, the content of the messages are all the same.

If Greg really had something to do with you, even if he didn’t tell you, you wouldn’t tell anyone else, would you?”

“Exactly, that scammer is really stupid,” Ryan agreed.

In fact, even if Vince hadn’t mentioned it, she had seen the problem herself; She showed Vince because she figured out that the other person was a scammer.

At this moment, both of them turned their gaze toward Angela, asking curiously, “Angela, didn’t you receive a text?”

“Me? No,” she laughed.

Angela said with a smile, “I’m not close to Mr. Greg, why would he target me of all people?”

“That makes sense,” Vince nodded in agreement.

Angela suggested, “I’m going for a walk in the square, are you coming?”

Ryan rolled around on the bed, whining, “It’s too cold, I’d rather sleep.”

Vince also shook her head, saying, “I’m not going. I just washed my face; I’ll have to wash it again when I get back.”

“Haha, lazybones!”

Angela then asked, “What do you want to eat? I’ll bring something back for you.”

Vince smiled, “A cup of milk tea, thanks good Samaritan.”

Ryan sat up with a roll, grinning, “Blackberry Family Blessings, thank you, Angela baby!”

Angela rolled her eyes at Ryan, huffing, “You’re too greedy, no Family Blessings, how about ice cream?”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

“Alright, wait for me to bring it back for you.”

Angela, neatly dressed, left the dormitory, glanced back at the closed door, let out a long sigh, then hurried on her way outside.

She had received a message too, but she thought it must have been from Greg, accidentally turned into a group message.

As for Vince’s earlier warning, she didn’t take it to heart at all.

She barely knew Greg, so how could he possibly drag her into this?

What a joke!

The reason Vince called the sender a scammer was probably just to stop her and Ryan from contacting Greg, that’s all.

She watched Vince in her gold and silver with red-eyed envy; now that she finally had the chance to get in touch with Greg, she had no intention of letting it slip by.

With that thought, she quickened her pace, jogging toward the exit.

…

Meanwhile, Greg had come to the university and called Vince to ask if she wanted to go home.

Vince hesitated, saying, “Let’s not bother, we’ll just stay on campus. Being at home with just the three of us is even more frightening.”

“Haha, don’t be afraid, maybe they’re just talking nonsense,” Greg laughed.

Knowing she was concerned about causing him trouble, warmth filled his heart, and he asked with a smile, “Is there anything you want to eat? Shall I bring it to you?”

“No need, Angela will bring something for us later.”

“Alright then, I’ll head back home. If you need anything, call me.”

Greg knew that Jamae University had a KFC, so he didn’t think much of it, hanging up the phone and instructing Trey to drive home.

No sooner had he arrived home than Jay’s call came through once again.

“Mr. Greg, just now we captured a girl named Angela and brought her to room 1131 at Deer Inn; I’m not sure of the details,” Jay reported.