The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 273: Chapter 273 Daring to Resist, Beat Them Until They’re Crippled_1

Greg Jensen lowered his head, looking at her coldly, and said, “Past affection? Do we still have any affection between us?

I wasn’t aware that we still had such a thing as affection? Didn’t our so-called affection run out when I turned into a fool?”

“Greg, I was wrong, I’m inhuman, I was blinded by greed.”

Cindy Harrison was truly panicked; never before had she felt so flustered, not even when her affair video was released in front of everyone.

She knew well that being exposed was embarrassing, but she could just move to another place and nobody would know of her disgrace.

But if the charge of false accusation was proven, then she would really be in big trouble, stepping on a sewing machine for three years was inevitable.

Tears poured out like a flood, desperately escaping her eyes.

However, these were not tears of remorse but of fear.

The thought of having to spend several years in prison, to sleep in the same room with several women, made Cindy shudder with fear.

Greg Jensen looked down at her calmly and said, “Sorry, I hardly know you!”

“Greg, are you really that heartless?”

At that moment, two patrol officers came over, put handcuffs on Cindy Harrison, and started leading her out.

Judy Lampe, seeing this, felt somewhat at a loss and followed, seeking to inquire.

But the middle-aged patrol officer, upon seeing her, seemed to recall something and asked, “You are Judy Lampe, right?”

“Uh, yes, I am…”

“Heh, perfect, you’ll come with us as well.”

“I…”

Judy Lampe was dumbfounded, opened her mouth to say something, but the patrol officer didn’t give her a chance and simply handcuffed her and took her away.

Once Cindy Harrison left, the venue gradually quieted down.

Jeffrey Locke’s expression was as still as water as he glanced at the guests present and then, with a sigh, took the microphone and said:

“First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for taking time out of their busy schedules to attend Ethan’s wedding. Secondly, I must apologize to you all.

Family misfortune has given you a farce to watch, and for that, I truly apologize.”

“No need for such serious words, Elder.”

“Exactly, every family has its own difficulties, it’s quite normal, don’t take it to heart.”

The guests had varying expressions but were secretly delighted, though they kept a composed face; some even offered comforting words to those they knew.

Jeffrey Locke, a shrewd man himself, was well aware of their thoughts.

His face darkened and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times. He waited until the crowd quieted down and then continued, “Let’s end it here for today, and another day I will invite you all for a drink as an apology.”

“Elder, you’re too courteous.”

“Take good care of yourself, no hurdle is insurmountable in this world.”

Finding no more excitement to witness, the guests began to leave one by one, and so did Greg Jensen and the others.

Ethan Locke, standing on the stage, saw Greg Jensen and his expression immediately darkened as he said, “Hold on, everyone else may leave, but he cannot.”

Everyone was stunned, and dozens of eyes focused on Greg Jensen and his group.

Jeffrey Locke glanced sideways, with an unassuming look toward Ethan, his eyes full of inquiry.

Ethan hurriedly said, “Grandfather, everything that happened today was caused by this guy, we can’t let him get away.”

Jeffrey Locke’s gaze turned steely as he looked at Greg Jensen, asking coldly, “Did you do all this today?”

Before the words ended, twenty or thirty bodyguards responsible for maintaining order immediately stepped forward, their positions seemingly casual yet subtly enclosing Greg Jensen and his party in the center.

Seeing this scene, Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley immediately tensed up.

Both of their families were quite decent, but compare them to the Locke family, they were truly insignificant.

Moreover, this was the Locke family’s territory, and they dared not provoke a conflict with the other party.

Theo Carter was somewhat braver than both of them, his face showing fear, but he still subconsciously stepped in front of Greg Jensen to protect him.

Vivian Shimpson had wanted to simply leave, but she was somewhat worried about Greg Jensen and so, stopped in her tracks, and turned to Jeffrey Locke, saying:

“Grandpa Locke, Greg is my friend, I can assure you he has nothing to do with today’s incident.”

“Oh, it’s Vivian. You should not get involved in this matter, just hurry on home. When you get there, say hello to your grandfather for me.”

Jeffrey Locke’s tone seemed mild, yet he gave Vivian Shimpson no room to negotiate, blocking her off, and then turned his head to look at Greg Jensen again.

“I’ll ask you one more time, did you do it or not!”

Vivian Shimpson’s expression changed slightly, and she shook her head anxiously, signaling to Greg Jensen not to admit anything.

Greg Jensen, as if he didn’t see, said indifferently, “What difference does it make whether I did or didn’t?”

“Then there’s no need to ask!”

Jeffrey Locke’s face turned cold as he ordered, “Men, take this kid into custody!”

The guests at the scene hadn’t left yet. If they could capture the main perpetrator, it would be a good opportunity to restore some of the Locke family’s prestige.

And it would also serve to vent some of their pent-up fury.

Why not seize the chance?

Greg Jensen understood what Jeffrey Locke was thinking; he looked around at the approaching bodyguards and the authoritative old man, and couldn’t help but laugh, retorting:

“Your own people bully others, and you play the turtle, acting blind. Yet when your people get bullied, then you rush to stand up, biting everywhere like a mad dog?”

“Sharp-tongued! Let’s see if you’re still so arrogant in a bit!”

Jeffrey Locke glared at Greg Jensen with icy eyes and shouted, “Do it!”

The guests, seeing this, quickly retreated, afraid of being caught in the fray.

Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley each grabbed a wine bottle, standing beside Greg Jensen and surveying the surroundings with a touch of nervousness.

Though Theo Carter was younger, his expression was much calmer; he adopted a taekwondo stance, his eyes lighting up with a crazy smile.

Ever since he was brought under Greg’s command, a seed of madness had been planted deep within him; whatever Greg commanded, he never considered the consequences.

In fact, the more dangerous and challenging the situation, the more excited he became.

Vivian Shimpson was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Seeing that the bodyguards were about to start, she quickly went to Jeffrey Locke’s side, saying:

“Grandpa Locke, Greg really has nothing to do with this.”

Jeffrey Locke gave her a glance, his expression cold and devoid of the smile that had been there before, saying, “Vivian, this is a Locke family matter. It’s best you don’t interfere, otherwise, I’ll have to arrange for someone to take you back.”

“Grandpa Locke, I…”

“Take action, and cripple anyone who resists!”

At Ethan Locke’s shout, the group of bodyguards immediately charged forward.

These men were all brawny and muscular, seemingly full of explosive power. Their fists, as large as bowls, whistled through the air as they swung.

Mick Simmons, as an invited guest, had not interfered but sat quietly in a corner watching the drama unfold.

Seeing the bodyguards move in, he frowned and muttered to himself:

“When did the Locke family acquire such a strong bunch? They’re all on the verge of achieving Hard Qigong.”

However, he didn’t pay it too much mind.

These nearly Hard Qigong level experts might seem formidable to outsiders, but in the eyes of Martial Arts Families, they were just beginners.

Watching the bodyguards rush towards Greg Jensen, Mick Simmons even felt a bit bored.

A group of Hard Qigong experts dealing with a young man in his twenties… wasn’t that just a matter of reaching out and grabbing him?