I Am the Ruler of All

After making a mockery of Kingsley, Beau turned to Jude and suggested, "Dr. Lynch, since this punk wants Dr. Kramer's contact,
why don't we make a deal with him? We'll give him Dr. Kramer's number if he kneels and begs us."
Beau was not the least bit worried about Kingsley snatching Alice away anymore.
He's an illiterate guy who didn't even graduate from elementary school, so there's no way Alice would like him!
Beau was no longer jealous of Kingsley. He felt nothing but scorn for him!
"Hahaha! You are indeed a genius, Dr. Woolley! Your suggestion suits me perfectly!"
Jude leaned back in his chair and laughed heartily.
Jude had already signed an agreement with Alice in front of Director Church. As long as Alice resigned over malpractice, he was
not allowed to sue Kingsley for intentional injury.
Right now, all of Alice's research had been taken over by Zayne, who claimed credit for her work without lifting a finger.
It was a bitter pill for Jude to swallow, but for the sake of Zayne's future prospects, he could not go against the agreement and
seek damages from Kingsley.
If he could seize this opportunity to humiliate Kingsley, then he could at least get some satisfaction out of it!
Jude crossed his legs and commanded Kingsley, "Hurry up! Kneel down in front of me and beg, then I'll give you Alice's number!"
"Yes, hurry up and kneel in front of us!" Beau taunted. "Shouldn't you be willing to give up your pride if you want to win over a
woman?"
The nurses who had been eagerly soaking up all the gossip quickly agreed with Beau.
"That's right! How can he even think of pursuing a woman without any education, money, or prospects? What a foolish dream!"

"Haha. Even beggars don't have any self-awareness these days! He's nothing but scum, but he still dreams of bagging a
goddess!"
"Exactly! A beggar like him can't even hold a candle to Dr. Woolley! Only a distinguished man like Dr. Woolley deserves to be
with Dr. Kramer!"
Beau flicked his hair out of his eyes and stuck his hands into his doctor's coat. He said arrogantly, "Did you hear that, you
useless piece of trash? You don't f*cking deserve an ounce of respect if you don't have any money! No one gives a D*mn about
you! Letting you get Dr. Kramer's number by kneeling to us is already a bargain!"
Kingsley swept his icy gaze over Beau and Jude. "And if I don't kneel?"
"If you're not going to kneel, then get lost!" Jude checked his watch and yelled in irritation, "I'm not wasting any more of my time
with you! Cough... I still need to go over to the wards and visit Old Mrs. Fox! Do you think you can f*cking shoulder the
responsibility if you jeopardize the Larsons' donation to our hospital?"
As soon as Beau heard Jude's words, he smacked himself on the forehead and exclaimed, "D*mn it! I almost forgot about it
thanks to this b*stard! I heard that Mr. Larson, Mrs. Larson, and Miss Larson are all here today. We should hurry over and pay
our respects!"
Beau turned to Kingsley and declared viciously, "Consider yourself lucky, punk! An important donor for the hospital is here today,
and we don't have the time to stick around and waste our breath on a useless piece of sh*t like you! If I ever see you again, I'm
going to make you kneel down to me and beg until I'm satisfied!"
Kingsley smirked and said, "There's no rush. You won't be getting that donation."
"What did you say?" Jude's brows were deeply furrowed. "If you say that again, I'll rip that stupid mouth of yours to shreds!"
The Larsons' donation of one million was the biggest sum that the hospital would receive this year. If they failed to get this
donation, then a lot of their projects would go to waste.

Also, the 75 thousand that Director Church promised him was also coming from this donation.
If the donation fell through, then would it not mean that he had signed that agreement with Alice for nothing?
Therefore, when Jude heard Kingsley saying that the hospital would not be receiving that donation, he exploded in anger!
"What's the matter? You don't believe me?" Kingsley's expression remained indifferent. "Should I ask Michael Larson to come
over to inform you personally?"
As soon as Jude heard the words "Michael Larson", his mind went blank.
"Y-You're acquainted with Mr. Larson? Cough... cough..."
Jude clutched his chest as he began to cough uncontrollably.
The Larsons were not among the wealthiest families, but they were still multimillionaires.
In the eyes of ordinary people like Jude, that was enough to make the Larsons appear like gods!
Beau snorted derisively. "What are you saying, Dr. Lynch? How can he possibly be acquainted with Mr. Larson?"
He stood there with his hands in his pockets and a condescending look on his face. "This punk didn't even graduate from
elementary school. How on earth would he be able to become acquainted with Mr. Larson? My guess is he's looked up Larson
Motors and found Mr. Larson's name there!"
Jude relaxed his stiffened expression once he heard that, and then laughed at his folly. "Haha, I nearly got fooled by him, but
you're right! How can a guy like him possibly be acquainted with Mr. Larson?"