Chapter 217 A Hypocritical Weakling
Sarah smiled. “Yeah. Dr. Johnson is an expert in gynecology. Many women from the nearby villages would come to him. He even claims his pulse diagnosis technique is so advanced that pregnancy test kits can’t match his accuracy!”
After hanging up the call, Damien leaned against the wall as a dangerous, frosty smirk rested on his lips.
The truth was lan took advantage of Cherise’s trust in him and plotted this scheme.
Ha! Ian Philips!
Around five in the afternoon, Ian was about to get off work. He stood in the corridor and called Cherise multiple times but failed to reach her.
Even if something happened and she blocked his original number, she hadn’t seen his other number, so she wouldn’t deliberately reject his call.
However, he couldn’t reach her through both sets of numbers.
“lan!” Just as lan was perplexed, the director’s voice came forth.
He lifted his head to see the director standing next to a tall man in white, staring at him and saying something. The man was tall and thin, but one could tell his b*dy was well-built.
He wore a pair of gla*ses. However, the aura he emanated was not refined but overwhelming.
Ian didn’t remember seeing a young, handsome staff in the research institute.
All the while, he thought he was the most handsome guy in the institute.
Frowning, lan kept away his phone and walked to the director. “Yes, sir?”
“Mr. Belcourt, this is Ian Philips.” The director introduced them to each other with a smile. “lan, this is Mr. Lennon Belcourt. He just returned from overseas and wants to ask you some questions.”
Then, the old director patted Lennon’s shoulder and left. “I’ll leave it to you guys to solve your problem.”
After the director left, lan stared at Lennon with a frown. “What’s the matter, Mr. Belcourt?”
Ian wasn’t short, but when faced with Lennon, he was overwhelmed by the latter’s height and vehemence, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Lennon looked at lan with a half-smile. “It’s not a good place to talk here. Shall we head outside?”
Ian nodded.
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He thought Lennon intended to have a talk in a quiet place, like a cafe. Little did he expect Lennon to bring him to an empty space behind the institute.
Ian arched his brows. “Mr. Belcourt, are you sure you want to talk here?”
“Yeah.” Lennon elegantly took off his jacket and threw it aside. Then, he rubbed his fists with a cold smile. “I don’t have to choose a special venue to beat you up, right? The director is my distant relative, so I promised him not to stain his institute, but it doesn’t mean I won’t stain its backyard!”
As soon as he said that, he punched lan in the face. When Lennon was abroad, he enjoyed going. to the fighting arena and practicing boxing during his free time. He was an experienced fighter.
Clenching his fists, he roughed Ian up mercilessly. Ian instinctively wanted to run away, but Lennon wouldn’t allow him to.
“Why are you punching me?!”
Ian shielded his head and was completely defenseless.
Lennon booted him emphatically. “Normally, I disdain roughing up someone like you, a hypocritical, bookish weakling.”
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