The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 270: It’s Not Certain Who Will Die Yet_1

Greg Jensen glanced at Theo Carter and said indifferently, “Scared?”

“I…”

Theo Carter’s heart tightened, and as he turned his head, he saw Greg Jensen staring at him, which inexplicably boosted his confidence.

In the past, faced with someone like Mick Simmons, he naturally would have stayed well clear.

But things were different now; now he was Mr. Jensen’s dog. Whoever Mr. Jensen told him to bite, he would bite.

Even if he bit the wrong person, it didn’t matter—after all, Mr. Jensen was there, and he would solve it for him.

With that thought, Theo Carter immediately straightened his back, eyes gleaming as he said:

“I’m not scared!”

Greg Jensen chuckled and said nothing, his gaze following Joe Locke and the other as they walked into the VIP seats.

Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley next to him were still full of worry.

Just then, another familiar figure walked in.

Spencer Burley quickly stood up to greet her, saying, “Vivian sister, over here…”

Vivian Shimpson had just handed over her gift money and was pondering whether to leave now. Hearing Spencer Burley’s voice, she turned to look over.

Seeing that Greg Jensen was also there, her expression immediately darkened.

“A dog can’t change its habit of eating shit!”

Vivian Shimpson was fuming inside and muttered, “After how Cindy Harrison treated you, you still can’t forget her. She’s getting married and you still have to come have a look, shameless!”

She strode over, looked down at Greg Jensen, and frowned, “What are you doing here?”

Greg Jensen smiled, “Just taking a look.”

“She’s getting married, what are you looking at? Have you no sense of self-awareness?”

“Heh…”

Facing Vivian Shimpson’s mockery, Greg Jensen just smiled without saying a word, knowing full well her intentions but too lazy to explain.

When he wasn’t being foolish, he too had wondered if choosing Vivian Shimpson would have led to a different outcome.

But what’s missed is missed.

Since so much time had passed, he no longer entertained the thought of being with Vivian Shimpson and felt it unnecessary to explain.

Let her think what she wanted.

Spencer Burley, unaware of Greg Jensen’s thoughts, saw Vivian Shimpson about to start arguing again and hastily explained, “Vivian sister, don’t be angry, Jensen’s here for a reason.”

“Yeah, of course, he’s here for a reason—to see his first love, isn’t it?”

Vivian Shimpson scoffed, “She treated you so badly, and not only do you not hate her, but you’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?

Greg Jensen, where’s your backbone now? Where’s the manliness you had when you rejected me?

Bring it out!”

“Vivian sister, don’t be hasty, things are not what you think.”

While trying to calm Vivian Shimpson, Spencer Burley kept making eye signals to Greg Jensen, wanting him to explain himself.

But Greg Jensen remained silent.

Spencer Burley had no choice but to pull Vivian Shimpson down to sit and whispered, “Actually, Jensen’s here for revenge; it’s not like what you think.”

“Revenge?”

Vivian Shimpson was first stunned, then disdainful, “At least make up a better excuse if you’re going to lie.

Take a good look at where this is!

This is Ethan Locke’s wedding scene. Cindy Harrison is about to marry into a wealthy family. And he wants revenge?

He’s at best a small-time businessman, how can he fight against the Locke family?”

“This…”

Spencer Burley had no choice but to look again, as he actually had no idea how to proceed.

He just heard that he had to get revenge and, out of blind following of Greg Jensen, he believed it without ever asking why.

“What’s the matter? Can’t say anything?”

“Greg, why don’t you explain it to her yourself.”

Spencer Burley completely gave up, tossing the hot potato over to Greg Jensen.

But Greg Jensen just cracked a slight smile, shook his head, and obviously had no intention of explaining.

Vivian Shimpson got even angrier. She intended to turn around and leave, but hesitated for a moment before sitting back down, explaining disdainfully:

“I’ll just sit here, as I really want to see how you’re going to get your revenge.”

Greg Jensen smiled, just about to speak, when suddenly enthusiastic applause broke out, and in walked Cindy Harrison and Ethan Locke.

According to the normal procedure, the host should have warmed up the crowd first and then Cindy Harrison’s parents would take her and hand her over to Ethan Locke.

But today, her parents weren’t present at all, so that part was skipped.

The host hadn’t taken the stage yet, so the couple started chatting with the guests present down below.

The two of them swiftly made their way around most of the room, all smiles, until they reached Greg Jensen’s table.

Seeing Greg Jensen there, Cindy Harrison was taken aback and exclaimed, “Greg Jensen, what are you doing here? Weren’t you arrested?”

“Heh, you’re getting married today. As your ex-boyfriend, how could I not come to see you off?”

Greg Jensen didn’t answer her question but brushed it off with a flippant tone.

Cindy Harrison’s expression tightened, and she quickly looked towards Ethan Locke, explaining, “Honey, I didn’t know he would come.”

“No problem. It’s fine for an ex-boyfriend to have a look. After all, every look now is one less in the future.”

Ethan Locke smiled wickedly and casually pinched Cindy Harrison’s bottom, saying:

“Hmm, feels nice.”

Confronted with Ethan Locke’s provocation, Greg Jensen laughed and nodded in agreement, “Hmm, the feel is indeed nice.”

“You’re looking for death?”

Ethan Locke’s face instantly darkened with fury. On his wedding day, in front of so many guests, Greg Jensen’s words were like smearing shit on his face.

Greg Jensen sneered and said, “Right, I am looking for death; you can try if you’d like.”

Ethan Locke became livid, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he glared at Greg Jensen with vicious eyes.

Seeing this, Cindy Harrison quickly tugged at his arm and whispered, “Honey, don’t lower yourself to his level.

Today is our big day; we can’t let this loser ruin our mood.”

“Heh…”

Ethan Locke forced a laugh through clenched teeth, nodded at Greg Jensen, and said, “You’re right; today is our big day. It’s really not suitable for beating a dog.

You filthy loser, wait until I’m done with today’s events, and then we’ll have all the time to play.”

Greg Jensen laughed heartily, “Hahaha, you better focus on the matter at hand first. I’m afraid your wedding might not even happen today.”

“Heh heh.”

Ethan Locke didn’t take Greg Jensen’s words to heart at all, considering them just a moment’s bravado. Holding Cindy Harrison by her slender waist, he walked into the makeup room next door.

The surrounding gazes scattered, with guests keeping their distance, and in fact, they hadn’t really heard what had been said.

All they noticed was that Ethan Locke and Greg Jensen had the longest conversation, and they guessed at Greg Jensen’s identity to themselves.

Greg Jensen acted as if nothing had happened, picking up a glass of wine from the table and taking a sip, then continued to wait for the show.

Vivian Shimpson said indifferently, “You’ve seen the person you came for, and you’ve taken the scolding you deserved. Isn’t it time for you to leave?”

Greg Jensen looked in the direction of the stage and without turning his head said, “Neither of those things are what I came here to do, so why should I leave?”

Vivian Shimpson was taken aback, furrowed her brow, and said, “Greg Jensen, what on earth do you want to do? I warn you, this is the Locke family’s wedding site. If you dare to make trouble here, do you have enough lives to pay?”

Greg Jensen turned his head, gave her a glance, his lips curling slightly, and said, “Who dies today is still not certain, so what’s the rush?”

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