The Miracle Doctor Won’t Be A Kept Man
Kiran sneered, “In that case, you should fulfill your potential as tools!”
“What potential?” Theodore asked hurriedly.
“Call your boss,” Kiran said casually.
“Alfred, what’s the number? I’ll call!” Theodore could not care less about anything else to save himself.
Both Alfred and his grandson, Fabian, had lost their arms. Now that they were crippled, they were completely disheartened. “It’s the last number dialed on my phone.”
Theodore walked over and took out his phone. When he found the number, he called it and put it on speaker.