Mystic Doctor

Looking at the surprised expression on the rest of their faces, Isaiah curled his lips into a ridiculing smile. He tapped his hands, seemingly handling the situation with ease. “Girl, go tell Asmodeus that I am not leaving Waterbanks anytime soon. If he wants to have tea with me, tell him to come see me himself.” Isaiah lit another cigarette as he grumbled softly, “Why did the old geezer send a girl to invite me for tea? Doesn’t he feel ashamed?” He then headed toward the street. A few steps later, he came back and said to Candice, “Don’t follow me, or I will not hold back anymore, even if you are a girl.” Candice failed to recover her composure even after Isaiah had left. The exchange was but a few seconds yet five of her men, who were martial artists, were beaten to the ground. Candice practiced martial arts since she was young. To her, those who could be considered an expert were her uncles. However, the man before her eyes successfully toppled her worldview. The man w

After putting his phone away, Isaiah lay down on his bed. “Purchase the company? With what? I don’t have money now…” Isaiah grumbled. He worked hard abroad for six years and finally achieved his dreams of being as rich as a country, yet everything went down the drain because of his master’s phone call. Isaiah was depressed. Those five old geezers stayed in the mountains for twenty-odd years, yet it took them one phone call to freeze all his assets. How did they do it? Fortunately, his business abroad was still operating and the people he trained were still with him. Otherwise, he would be alone and helpless and it would take him years to deal with the Hightowers’ internal conflict. “Here.” Claire’s voice suddenly came from the door. Isaiah looked up and saw a stack of money tossed at his face. “This is your one month’s pay. Go buy some clean clothes later and come with me to my grandfather’s place to have dinner tonight,” Claire said coldly. “Alright!” Isaiah grinne

Isaiah returned to the house. He contacted his acting chairman to deal with Hank; albeit being overkill, it was super effective. Hank would no longer dare to challenge or threaten Claire after this. He leaned on the couch and checked the information he got from Shadow. The Hightowers rose to power from the generation of Brook, Claire’s grandfather. The family started with one heavy machinery factory and developed into a dozen through the years. They were no longer the same family from decades ago. The Hightowers’ businesses had rooted deeply in the city. Other than the heavy machinery factories, the Hightowers also had four sales and marketing companies, which were located in the east, central, south, and north. The names of the sales and marketing companies in the east, central, south, and north were Castlerock, Fortress Stone, Stronghold’s Pass, and Fort Cornwallis, respectively. Claire took over Castlerock, while her father, Donald, took over Fort Cornwallis. Donald ha

“Sounds like a good idea, but how should I say it?” Jerome had hesitance flashing in his eyes. Dr. Oakland pursed his lips, seemingly pondering a solution. Seconds later, he said with gritted teeth, “The kid wants us to go out because he claims he can save your father. He’s eager, so let him have his way.” It was then someone came into the emergency room. “Jerome, how’s father?” Donald came in, looking nervous. Dr. Oakland snuck a glance at Jersome, hinting at him. Jerome feigned grievance and sighed. He wore a sorrowful look on his face and said, “Maybe he’s done for this time. Dr. Oakland is Master Franklin’s student, a specialist of the brain, but even if he could not do anything, then I’m afraid…” “There must be a way! Judging from the patient’s current condition, he should be able to hold on for a little longer. I can go bring my master here. If my master is here, there might still be hope for the patient,” Dr. Oakland said loudly. He intentionally raised his voice f

Claire was stunned by the elderly man running out of the emergency room. She could not believe her eyes. There was a moment when she thought she was hallucinating. Her grandfather came from the surgery bed! “Claire! Why did you slap Isaiah? Hurry up and apologize to him!” Master Hightower narrowed his eyes on Claire. “I…” The excitement robbed her of her speech. Her eyes automatically disregarded Isaiah and were fixated on her grandfather. “Father, you’re alright?!” Donald was thrilled as well. He went up and held his father’s hand. Master Hightower said, “What do you think would happen to me? What are you guys doing here?” Isaiah then quietly walked past Claire and exited the crowd’s attention while they were looking at Master Hightower. No one realized Isaiah had left. “H-How is this possible?!” Dr. Oakland was stunned. He was a neurosurgeon who had quite the influence on the medical field and he strongly believed Master Hightower could never make it out of the em