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Senior Jordan’s eyelids twitched. Forget three million; they did not even have three hundred thousand with them. Everything they owned was confiscated while items that they pawned were used to pay their staff. The best Senior Jordan could do was ask around, begging for money. Julian’s lips curled upward, satisfied with the outcome. “What about this: Since the Jordans and Cabells have known each other for a while now, I can give you an extra ten million, in cash! If you use it wisely, this will be enough for your entire Jordan family to live without worry forever. Rest assured, Senior Jordan, that when the Jordan Group’s special team ends up with me, I won’t neglect them. It’s better than doing nothing like now,” spoke Julian rather haughtily as though he was doing them a favor. Senior Jordan’s temples pulsated. Before the Jordan Group fell into bankruptcy, many companies tried to buy their special team and the asking price was up to five hundred million, yet Julian was speaking

Amelia swung Senior Jordan’s arm as she pleaded, “Grandpa, I beg you, please apologize! Do it for Robert, he’s your only grandson!” Senior Jordan was seething, all while he could hear static in his head. Why were these people so useless? How could they force him to bow at a youngster and apologize?! Just as everyone was forcing him to bend forward… Suddenly…“Let go of Grandpa!” came a resounding demand. Everyone turned to see Charmine marching in with her black boots. She had a tightly fitted black leather top that showed off her alluring curves, exuding her usual arrogance. Everyone in the room stared at her wide-eyed. Charmine was back? Charmine actually came back? “Charmine…” Senior Jordan uttered weakly at shakily at the sight of her. Charmine walked toward them and pushed away Lily and Amelia. “Who permitted you to force Grandpa? The Jordan family has collapsed, yet none of you know any basic manners?” She scoffed with a stunning authority, all while she held

With that, everyone started waiting.… Time passed, and it was nearly 12 noon. No one came into the ward. Charmine helped Senior Jordan to sit down while he asked in a hushed tone, “Charmine, why don’t we… Why don’t we apologize? I’ll apologize on your behalf. For your brother, this isn’t too bad.” As long as he did not have to give out his special team, he could do it. Charmine, however, reassured him firmly, “Don’t worry, Grandpa. Dr. Weir will come.” Her tone was firm; Kay had never let her down. Looking at the sparkle in her eyes, Senior Jordan’s troubled heart gradually settled down. Since when had his granddaughter grown into this protective figure that shielded him from harm? Meanwhile, Charmine’s phone rang. She picked up and accidentally pressed on the speaker, thus Kay’s voice rang in the ward: “Boss Jordan. It’s bad. Dr. Weir can’t come…” He could not come to the ward? Hearing that, Hubert smirked mockingly at his seat. He knew it! He saw this coming

Dr. Weir’s attitude changed into one of utter elation as he held Charmine’s hands with his own two. “This is great! I’m finally able to meet you! I hear Old Zul talking about you all the time, and I’m finally able to meet you! Let’s go—I want to have a chat with you. I want to know if you're as clever as Old Zul claimed!” With that, he swung Conor’s hand away and hooked his arm around Charmine’s. Conor was confused. What… What just happened? Was Charmine that famous? Why did Dr. Weir turn into a different person when he heard her name? Also, who was Old Zul? Charmine eyed Conor sharply, her red lips curling up into a smirk, haughtily and proudly. She helped Dr. Weir walked past the cars back to where she parked her motorbike. “I heard you’re the only person who could beat Old Zul in checkers!” gushed Dr. Weir. “Is that true? I want to play one round with you!” “Dr. Weir, there are still some issues at hand that I’ll need you to fix, but once it’s done, I’ll promise to pl

“Oh, I’m not just stopping at slaps,” snapped Dr. Weir, “I’m going to beat you to death! Why did my pupil turn out to be so arrogant and heartless? How did I teach you, hmph? Didn’t I teach you how to treat others? Didn’t I?” He kicked him as he seethed with rage. “Argh! Argh! Dr. Weir… Stop kicking me… They’re mean… Argh!” Hubert tried to explain, but all he got was harsher kicks in return. Dr. Weir growled, “You’re still trying to protest even now? I’m old, but I’m neither blind nor deaf! All this while, I turned a blind eye every time you got big-headed, yet now you’re trying to bully an old man? Get out here, right now! You’re no longer my pupil, and I don’t want to have anything to do with you!” Hubert instantly stopped protesting, stunned silent at Dr. Weir’s proclamation. No longer his pupil? Nothing else to do with him? No… No! Although he was skilled, most of his reputation came from being a pupil of Dr. Weir. Everyone knew him as Dr. Weir’s pupil! If everyone