The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: No Place to Find Despite Searching Tirelessly_1

The hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and everyone looked at Greg Jensen in disbelief.

They had only heard that the bride of the Locke family was unfaithful, and the wedding banquet ended unhappily, but the details were unclear.

However, from what Greg was implying, could it be that the bride’s affair was with Alan Locke?

People subconsciously thought it impossible, but then again, after the wedding banquet, Alan Locke was forced to be stripped of all his duties.

Doesn’t that clearly indicate that the bride’s affair was indeed with Alan Locke?

Hisss!

Thinking of this, everyone couldn’t help but inhale sharply and their gazes towards Greg immediately changed.

After the Locke family’s wedding banquet, there must have been a gag order, and ordinary people just talked about it in private. Nobody exposed the truth in public like Greg did.

This was equivalent to slapping the Locke family in the face, and not just a slap, but a resounding one, completely offending the Locke family.

“You little bastard, you…”

Joe Locke was furious and about to explode in anger when the secretary by his side hastily held him back.

The reason was straightforward: getting angry now would be tantamount to indirectly admitting that what Greg said was true, wouldn’t it?

Joe Locke also realized this and glared at Greg viciously before turning his head away as if nothing had happened while starting to chat with the secretary beside him.

But the slightly twitching vein on his forehead betrayed the anger inside him.

Seeing this scene, everyone let out a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but reveal a strange smile on their faces.

They were just here for an auction, and they had not expected to hear such explosive news.

Now they would have something to talk about when they went back!

Feeling the strange looks from the crowd, Greg Jensen drank his beverage with composure, showing no sign of nervousness or any joy from victory.

It was just a verbal spat, and he was never afraid of anyone!

Besides, in his eyes, the Locke family was just a grasshopper at the end of autumn, not capable of jumping around for much longer. If it weren’t for Joe Locke’s provocation, he wouldn’t have even bothered to spare a glance.

At that moment, Nathan Humphrey finally sorted through the events and eagerly leaned over to ask in a low voice, “Greg, is Alan Locke really the one who had an affair with the Locke family’s new bride?”

Creed Humphrey also came over, looking at Greg with a face full of gossip.

Looking at their expectant eyes, Greg smiled and then suddenly spoke up in a very loud voice:

“Hey, Creed Humphrey, how could you say such a thing? Spreading others’ scandals, what good does it do for you?

Even if Alan Locke slept with his nephew’s fiancée, you shouldn’t have said it out loud. How could you put the Locke family’s face?”

Shhh!

The hall went quiet again, and everyone looked over.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense, I… I really don’t know about this…”

Facing everyone’s gazes, Creed Humphrey was panicking, pointing at Greg and saying, “It was him, he said it all.”

“Creed Humphrey, is it?”

Joe Locke glared at him menacingly and said, “Fine, we’ll have a good time when we get the chance!”

“Mr. Locke, you have to believe me, it really wasn’t me.”

Creed Humphrey was so anxious he was almost crying, but Alan Locke simply ignored him and continued chatting with the secretary beside him.

The others, however, looked at Creed Humphrey with amused, somewhat strange eyes, but mostly with admiration.

Some even gave him a thumbs up.

Creed Humphrey wanted to cry but had no tears, and said incredulously, “Why don’t you believe me? It really wasn’t me who said it.”

“Enough, old Humphrey, shut your mouth.”

“Young Master…”

Creed Humphrey, like seeing a lifesaving straw, grabbed Nathan Humphrey’s arm and pleaded in a mournful voice, “Please tell them it wasn’t me who spilled the beans.”

Nathan Humphrey couldn’t be bothered to get involved and immediately said, “Enough, shut your mouth, don’t say anymore.”

“But…”

“I told you to shut your mouth, can’t you understand? The more you talk, the bigger this gets!”

Creed Humphrey, left with no choice, closed his mouth, but tears fell down, pitter-patter. After so many years working for the Humphrey family, he had never suffered such indignity.

It was just too bullying!

Greg Jensen turned his head and winked at Trey Holmes with a smile.

Trey Holmes knew this was her boss taking revenge for her, and while her heart warmed, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.

The boss is so naughty, I adore him!

Right at that moment, several more people walked in through the door, led by a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion who looked somewhat haggard.

The two people following him immediately caught Greg Jensen’s attention.

For those two were none other than Cole Barnett and Max Milton, who had escaped from Spencer Burley’s grasp.

Max Milton, with his face still cold and expression haughty, would certainly be mistaken for a grand master appraiser from elsewhere by those unaware.

Cole Barnett, still beaming as usual, seemed like a smooth and slick businessman, bowing to everyone, and greeting them with a nod.

The leading middle-aged man spoke with a smile, “Welcome, everyone, I am deeply honored by your presence. I’m Quinton Creed.”

So he’s the organizer of the auction, Quinton Creed?

But it was unclear whether he had been deceived by Max Milton and his companion, or if he intended to team up with these two swindlers to con other people’s money.

Greg Jensen looked up and saw Max Milton and Cole Barnett looking over at him. He revealed a playful smile and shook his head lightly.

Upon seeing Greg Jensen was also here, Cole Barnett’s face instantly paled, his lips quivering as he whispered, “Why is this scourge here too?”

“You’re asking me? Who should I ask?”

Max Milton looked frustrated, having been greedy last time and fallen into Greg Jensen’s hands. Not only did he vomit up all the swindled money, but he also lost hundreds of thousands.

Finally free, he had hoped to make up for his losses with a big score, only to run into the same damn bastard again.

“Maybe… we should just leave,” Cole Barnett said, his voice trembling.

Max Milton turned his head, glanced at the bodyguards standing by the entrance, and snorted coldly, “Leave? Where to?

The stage is already set; if we don’t make this deal happen, do you think Quinton Creed will let us go?”

“Then what do we do?” Cole Barnett asked.

Max Milton noticed Greg Jensen shaking his head, and he paused, feeling slightly relieved, and said, “That bastard Greg Jensen is shaking his head at us, probably telling us not to make any rash moves.”

He took a deep breath and whispered, “Let’s just wait and see.”

On the other side, Quinton Creed, still oblivious to the fact that his two recruited swindlers had already been exposed, smiled at the crowd and said:

“I’ll not hide from you, these two are antique dealers I recently met, and they have quite a few treasures in their possession.

I intended to buy everything myself, but unfortunately, my funds are limited, so I had to invite everyone here to have a look.”

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention.

Cole Barnett knew it was his cue, cleared his throat, and with a smile said to the crowd, “To tell the truth, if it weren’t for my immediate connection with Mr. Creed, I wouldn’t want to waste my time in such a small place.

But since you’re all here, have a look. I’m a businessman; I don’t stick to many rules—the highest bidder takes it.”