The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 269: Chapter 269 Ready for Everything_1

“Cindy looks truly stunning today.”

“Nonsense, when has Cindy not been beautiful?”

“Exactly, exactly, Cindy has always been this pretty. How else could she have captured Ethan’s heart?”

Inside, Cindy Harrison wore a bright red robe dress while being draped in a rosy shawl embellished with bird patterns, further adorned with cloud motifs.

Atop her head sat a phoenix crown, forged from gold, complete with tassels and pendants, and no less than eight precious stones inlaid.

The entire outfit, slightly modified from the traditional Ming dynasty style, cost nearly one million, epitomizing unrivaled luxury.

Although Ethan Locke wasn’t particularly attentive to Cindy, a Locke family wedding was the perfect occasion to flaunt their power.

Therefore, at the proposal of Family Head Alan Locke, they arranged for Cindy to have this attire.

Her bestie Carly Bruch, looking at her outfit, couldn’t help but ask, “Cindy, that dress must’ve cost a fortune, right?”

“Shouldn’t be too expensive, I think. It looks intricate but it didn’t really cost that much, just over a million or so.”

Cindy’s expression was nonchalant, as if a million was merely the price of a cabbage from the market.

Carly Bruch was stunned and asked, “My god, over a million and that’s not expensive?”

“What do you know? Cindy is about to marry into the Locke family. Soon, she’ll be the mistress of the house and will manage all their wealth. What’s this small amount to her?”

“Cindy, don’t forget about us poor sisters in the future.”

Cindy was inwardly smug and, glancing at the person, said, “Do I look like the type who would despise the poor and love the rich? Relax, if I have meat to eat in the future, you’ll have soup to drink.”

“Haha, Cindy’s always been generous.”

“Then I’ll be clinging to those coattails in the future.”

Cindy laughed and said, “Feel free. The lady’s got thick legs to offer.”

The group chatted and laughed, and soon it was time for the bridal procession.

There weren’t many people on the bride’s side, so they skipped the door blocking tradition, and after a few simple formalities, Ethan Locke carried Cindy to the car.

A convoy of dozens of luxury cars set off again, majestically heading towards the Riversky Inn.

Along the way, many bystanders on the streets gathered to watch the opulent procession, and all couldn’t help but express their admiration aloud.

The Riversky Inn, being one of Jamae City’s large hotels, spans a vast area. Just the banquet halls used for hosting events number four or five.

Typically, weddings and funerals might only reserve one or two halls, but the Locke family had reserved the entire hotel for today’s event.

The largest hall, Banquet Hall One, served as the wedding venue, while the other halls were set up for a continuous buffet.

Anyone could come to eat, even beggars, without any issue. As long as they said congratulations and spoke some auspicious words, they could enjoy a full meal at the buffet.

Inside Banquet Hall One, guests congregated in droves. Almost all notable tycoons of Jamae City were present, including Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley, who also came to give their blessings as instructed.

After giving their monetary gifts, the two casually found a corner to sit down in.

Spencer Burley, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, whispered, “Did Greg mention if there’s any special program today?”

Adrian Wright shook his head and replied, “I don’t know the details yet, but it’s supposed to be very interesting.”

“Of course it’s interesting. With Greg personally involved, we’re in for a show.”

“Ah, here comes Greg. I’ll go greet him.”

No one could enter the banquet hall without an invitation, which could admit one person. Adrian Wright hurriedly took Spencer Burley’s invitation as well after receiving a message, and they went to the entrance of the banquet hall.

“Greg, you’ve arrived.”

“Hmm.”

Seeing this, the greeter hurriedly smiled and said, “I apologize, I didn’t recognize greatness. Please, come in.”

The Wright family scion personally came to receive him, and with such courteous treatment, she dared not offend.

Greg Jensen nodded, entered the venue with Trey Holmes, and sat down in a corner with Adrian Wright.

Spencer Burley leaned in eagerly and asked, “Greg, what’s the plan? Can you give me a hint beforehand?”

Greg glanced at him and gently shook his head, saying, “No.”

“Uh, all right.”

Spencer Burley saw this and didn’t ask further, but the expression on his face seemed even more excited.

After a short while, Brandon Brent and Theo Carter also arrived, casually giving some gift money before finally noticing Greg Jensen in the corner.

They hurried over.

“Theo, you’re just in time, tell me, what exactly have you all prepared?”

Seeing Theo Carter arrive, Spencer Burley quickly approached him and started asking.

Theo Carter smiled, showing his white teeth, and said, “Guess?”

“Guess my ass!” Spencer Burley said angrily.

Theo Carter laughed and said, “Wrong, why spoil the plot now? Just wait and watch.”

Spencer Burley turned away in annoyance, unwilling to bother with him any further.

Greg Jensen watched amused, shook his head, then turned and asked, “Everything is ready?”

“Don’t worry, everything’s all set.”

“Hmm, thank you for your hard work.”

Greg Jensen then turned his gaze to Brandon Brent.

Brandon Brent quickly said, “Do you have any instructions, boss?”

“What did the inspection say?”

“We’ve already made contact. As soon as we give the signal, they will deliver the evidence.”

Greg Jensen nodded silently and, looking at the chatting guests, said with a faint smile:

“Everything is ready, we just need the east wind now!”

The bride had not yet alighted from the sedan, and the tables were laid with drinks and low-alcohol cocktails supplied by the Riversky Inn.

Greg Jensen was not in a hurry, chatting and drinking just like the other guests.

Just then, the banquet hall fell silent as a middle-aged man walked in from outside, accompanied by a slightly shorter middle-aged man who was all smiles and ceaselessly flattering him.

The man had a face as if hewn from stone, his demeanor cold and indifferent to the shorter middle-aged man’s fawning, occasionally nodding as if that were acknowledgment enough.

The guests were somewhat stunned, but Greg Jensen’s gaze turned cold.

Because the shorter middle-aged man was Ethan Locke’s father, Alan Locke.

Back when Greg Jensen had been beaten and hospitalized, Alan Locke had stepped in to manage the aftermath, and the two had met for the first time then.

But at that time, Greg Jensen had lost his wits. If not for the “Yin-Yang Harmony Sutra,” he wouldn’t have been able to recall this memory.

He remembered Alan Locke was as haughty as his son Ethan Locke, so why was he being so obsequious to that middle-aged man?

“Does anyone know that middle-aged man?” Greg Jensen asked.

Adrian Wright glanced at him, his brow furrowing into a thoughtful expression, and said curiously, “That shouldn’t be. Why is he here?”

“Who is it?” Spencer Burley asked.

Adrian Wright said in a low voice, “His name is Mick Simmons, he’s from the Simmons family in the provincial city.”

Upon hearing this, Spencer Burley’s face changed slightly, and Theo Carter next to him shuddered, his eyes filled with fear.

Greg Jensen, however, was confused, “Is the Simmons family that powerful?”

“The Simmons family isn’t just powerful, they’re incredibly powerful,” Spencer Burley said, lowering his voice as if afraid of being overheard by Mick Simmons, and added:

“The Simmons family not only controls the pharmaceutical industry, but it is also said that their ancestors were a Grandmaster, and every disciple in their household practices martial arts.

As a result, except for the other two Martial Arts Families, even the richest magnates in the provincial city dare not provoke the Simmons family.”

Adrian Wright said, puzzled, “It makes no sense for the Locke family to be involved with the Simmons family. Why did Mick Simmons come here?”

Theo Carter said nervously, “Greg, I think… maybe we should just drop it. If we annoy Mick Simmons…”