A janitor? Could a janitor really make five million dollars? Then why was Wesley wasting his time here waiting for that chick to show up?Wesley felt like his intellect was being insulted and became enraged. Before he could say anything, though, Tyrone continued, "I clean up trash like you exclusively."Trash like him? Wesley scoffed and said, "Do you even know what you're saying?" He clenched his fists. He'd lost his temper with Tyrone."Five million dollars isn't much to me. Just tell me how much Iris Freeman owes you. I'll pay it all off!"Wesley was flabbergasted."What did you say? You'll pay her debt? You must be nuts! Who are you to her?"After giving it some thought, Tyrone said, "She helped me a lot, and I don't lack money. I'm just settling the score!""You should have said early on that you're rich!" Wesley went forward and put his arm around Tyrone's shoulders. Though Tyrone shook him off, he didn't even mind. He'd met many rich people, and they were all like this.

Chuck wasn't exaggerating when he said two billion dollars. One of the reasons was that he was hesitant to let go of Herculean Lion, which he had been a part of for a long time. Another reason was that the shop had yet to run into any significant problems in at least ten years. He felt like it was worth that much money. And if the shop was run correctly, the profits might be even higher. Wesley sighed in relief when he heard that. He was sure that no one would be able to afford that amount. He might not need to be punished anymore. "Two billion isn't much. I can gather that amount with a phone call. But do you think I would buy such a run-down store out of nowhere?"Chuck got mixed signals from Tyrone's words. He began to feel like Tyrone was a tough nut to crack.Wesley stepped in when he heard Tyrone's words. He was still trying to avoid punishment, and he had been waiting for Tyrone to say something like that. "You heard him too, Mr. Turner. He said he could gather two bil

The matter was resolved. Tyrone had uprooted the loan shark service. Innocent victims like Iris Freeman no longer had to live in fear. Chuck would already know how to deal with the malicious debtors without Tyrone's supervision. Iris was lying on the bed and reading a newspaper when Tyrone entered. She was excited to see him. For some reason, she began to care about Tyrone after two hours of interaction yesterday. She felt safe the moment he came in.Iris didn't know what to say to him. Tyrone nodded at her and went to the window. Iris was hit with a wave of disappointment and felt depressed. In the room across them, Ysabella looked like she was recovering nicely. The doctor was also present, and they looked close. It seemed like they were talking about something interesting. Ysabella looked riled up. She wanted to hit someone but couldn't reach because she was on the bed. She could only look on with helpless urgency. "How could there be a squirrel with three tails? I was

The tension between Tyrone and Lorenzo grew rapidly. It looked like they were about to get into a fight. Iris wanted to stop Tyrone, but he got her back into bed. "I forgot to tell you about this. I've settled the loan shark matter for you. There's 500 thousand dollars in this card. It's Wesley's compensation to you."Iris was dumbstruck and didn't take the card. She held Tyrone's arm and pleaded, "Mr. Lowe, you don't have to do so much for me. You should just go. I'll plead with the hospital. You'll never be able to win against Dr. Lorenzo." Iris wasn't thinking about the loan or the card. Her business had gone bankrupt, and all her friends and relatives were all radiosilent. Otherwise, she would have paid off the loan without many issues. She wouldn't have ended up as she was if someone had helped her. But it wasn't the time to think about that. She was worried about Tyrone challenging a B-class doctor to a medical showdown. She thought he was out of his mind. "Don't w

Tyrone would have loved to disseminate the knowledge of acupuncture. But Bernard had said it was of no use. It couldn't be helped."Unless tutored by an expert, you'll only scratch the surface, even if you dedicate your life to acupuncture. It's better if you study something more practical and useful."In other words, acupuncture wasn't meant for Lorenzo. He didn't have the talent or the temperament for it.But Lorenzo wasn't deterred. He knew acupuncture was a sophisticated study. During his decade-long research, six of them had been spent making zero progress. If he had spent those six years studying something else, perhaps he would be Tanner's proud protégé."You're right." Lorenzo looked down, disappointed. The female nurse then spoke rudely. "Dr. Lorenzo asked you nicely, but you took it for granted. Who do you think you are? "Dr. Lorenzo has saved countless people. Who are you to gatekeep Dr. Lorenzo and—"Before the female nurse could finish her sentence, a livid Lore