I Am the Ruler of All

Beau sneered. "Dr. Lynch, haven't you figured him out yet? This punk is just a useless bum who likes to brag! First, he said that
Dr. Kramer promised to marry him over ten years ago, and then he said that he's going to set up a general hospital for her. Now,
he claims to be acquainted with Mr. Larson. There's nothing but lies coming out of his mouth!"
"Cough... cough..." Jude clutched his chest after yet another coughing fit before shrieking at Kingsley, "You're a sneaky b*stard
who almost got me fooled! F*cking hell! I'm going to tear apart that stinking mouth of yours!"
"Dr. Lynch, don't waste any more time on this trash!" Beau had a sly grin on his face as he added, "I heard that Miss Larson is
one of the Five Beauties of Cleapolis. If we're late, we might miss seeing Mr. Larson and Miss Larson!"
When Jude heard that, he smirked and asked, "Are you planning on making the move on Miss Larson, Dr. Woolley?"
Jude was on good terms with Beau, so he was aware of how Beau used his good looks to get into bed with many doctors and
nurses.
He even went after the patients' family members if they were decent-looking enough for him.
Therefore, once he heard Beau's words, he knew what Beau was up to.
Beau's eyes glittered with glee. "If I could get a taste of Miss Larson, I wouldn't exchange it for anything in the world!"
"Hahaha. Dr. Lynch, if you do manage to win Miss Larson over, then you'll be set for life!"
Jude rubbed his hands together greedily. "When that time comes, who cares about a measly 75 thousand? You could send
hundreds of thousands over to our department with just a wave of your hand!"
He did not doubt Beau's ability to charm women at all. He knew very well that apart from Alice, no woman had ever escaped
Beau's clutches!
"Hahahaha..."

Both Beau and Jude shared a hearty laugh as if they had already bagged the Larson Familyfortune.
After taking a look at their smug faces, Kingsley almost couldn't bear to burst their bubble.
He knew that Cecilia had fallen deeply in love with him, so even if this Beau Woolley fellow had remarkable abilities, she would
still not give him a second look!
However, when he saw the sleazy look on Beau's face, his expression hardened.
There was no telling what a despicable person like Beau might do once he saw how gorgeous Cecilia was. Kingsley did not put it
past Beau to try and use some sort of underhanded tactic.
With Cecilia's captivating beauty and arresting body, it was certainly a possibility that men might choose to go to extreme lengths
to get her.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Kingsley took out his phone and gave Michael a call.
"Are you still in Hill Crest Hospital, Mr. Larson?"
"I have something to talk to you about. Come over to the head of cardiology's office."
"Yes, as soon as possible!"
Kingsley's phone call did not escape Beau and Jude's attention. After exchanging a glance with each other, their smug
expressions began contorting.
Jude snorted. "Hey, punk. Are you trying to put on a one-man show for us? Do you think we'd believe anything that comes out of
your mouth?"
"Hahahaha, I've never seen anyone make a fake phone call just for the sake of bragging!" Beau laughed so hard that he was
beginning to cry.

"Why don't you check yourself into the psychiatric ward upstairs? Did you f*cking get dropped on the head as a child?"
Everyone burst into laughter once they heard that.
The crowd of gossiping bystanders stood aside with their arms crossed and their expressions filled with scorn. They looked like
they were watching a fool digging his own grave.
Kingsley's lips curled into a cold sneer. "It takes about ten minutes to get here from the hospital's VIP rooms, but I think Michael
Larson would be running instead of walking, so he should be here soon."
"Hahahaha. Is there really something wrong with your head?!" Beau mocked. "What's the point of coming up with such lies?"
The crowd standing at the door also jumped in.
"Exactly! Wouldn't his lies be exposed soon enough? Is he dumb?"
"Haha, my guess is that he's probably a little mentally unstable! Why would a sane person come up with such lies?"
"Hahaha... Should we get Dr. Wagner from the psychiatric department to come and take a look? It might turn out to be a new
discovery—a type of mental illness that turns people into shameless wannabes!"
However, just as the crowd mocked and jeered at Kingsley without any scruples...
All of a sudden, they heard a flurry of footsteps in the hallway!
Everyone turned to look, and what they saw was...
Michael Larson, dressed in an expensive suit and shiny leather shoes, sprinting toward them while covered in sweat!