Chapter 200: Chapter 200

"Dr. Grant, wasn’t it your night shift yesterday? Why are you here so early?" The head nurse came in with a case file, set it down, and looked at Miles Grant with some confusion.

Miles Grant didn’t lift his head, muttering, "I had some things to take care of, so I came early."

The head nurse paused for a moment, shook her head in puzzlement, and left the office.

A sharp phone ringtone interrupted Miles Grant’s thoughts. The man looked up, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It seemed like he hadn’t slept all night.

Miles Grant stared at the incessantly ringing phone, showing clear irritation as the loud ringtone continued to jar his nerves.

He answered the call, and a screaming voice pierced through, almost shattering his eardrums.

"Where are you? Don’t forget the surgery this afternoon!"

"Looks like the surgery is a no-go."

Miles Grant’s voice was weak and feeble. The words Sienna Quinn had said at her birthday party yesterday kept rattling him. How did she know about the things he did?

The shady dealings that even Landon Lawson and Vera Yates weren’t aware of, how did Sienna Quinn find out?

This woman’s return this time made him feel an unexplainable sense of crisis, and if she really did find evidence of this matter, his entire life would be ruined, potentially spent in prison.

Now asking him to take on private surgeries would only lead to bad outcomes.

Difficult times call for playing safe.

The other end of the line was silent for a long time before a cold voice began to laugh ominously: "Not doing it? Don’t forget, it’s because of me that your Grant Family business exists. If you refuse, do you believe I could make sure your family never does business again? Don’t think you’re safe just because of Landon Lawson."

Everything the person on the other end said pierced directly into Miles Grant’s heart. Their influence was something the Grant Family couldn’t withstand, even with Landon Lawson’s protection, it was useless.

After all, the Grants aren’t Lawson’s family; he couldn’t protect them completely.

"I acknowledge your help to the Grant Family..."

"Since you know, then do the surgery obediently this afternoon. Besides, taking private surgeries could ruin your entire life. Do you really want it to come to that?"

The threats on the other end made Miles Grant’s hand holding the phone tremble endlessly.

Clenching his teeth tightly, he was locked in an internal struggle.

"Fine! I’ll go this afternoon."

"There you go! Knowing the current times is of utmost importance; mutual benefit is better for everyone."

Miles Grant ended the call, feeling utterly desolate. He had been bearing everything alone. Though not the head of the Grant Family, he was the one taking care of everything, propping up the entire family single-handedly.

As soon as he hung up, the phone rang again. Seeing the caller ID, it was actually Landon Lawson.

He flexed his face slightly so his facial muscles wouldn’t seem so stiff before answering the video call from Landon Lawson.

"What made you think to contact me out of the blue?"

"This afternoon, let’s go play some basketball. It’s been a while." Landon Lawson maintained his expressionless façade.

Miles Grant hesitated for a moment, avoiding Landon Lawson’s penetrating gaze and slowly replied, "I have a surgery this afternoon, looks like I can’t make it."

"I know you’re busy, let’s catch up another time."

Landon Lawson showed no sign of disappointment. After all, Miles Grant was known as an incredibly busy man. With a surgeon’s workload, no one really knew how many surgeries he performed each day.

After ending the video call, Landon Lawson remained expressionless as he turned to Nolan Shaw, who stood in front of him, and said, "Any news from your end?" For original chapters go to N()velFire.net

Nolan Shaw looked a bit grave before slowly speaking, "I found Miles Grant’s surgery records."

Landon Lawson spoke without any change in expression. His handsome face was hauntingly calm.

Nolan Shaw hesitated; truthfully, he had been right next to Landon Lawson as he was video-calling Miles Grant and had clearly heard Miles’ response.

"President Lawson... Dr. Grant doesn’t have any surgeries today at all."

Landon Lawson suddenly clenched the pen in his hand tightly, bending the sturdy pen with his strength.

Though his facial expression remained unchanged, the aura emanating from him made Nolan Shaw feel the very act of breathing had become difficult.

Landon Lawson abruptly looked up, staring intently at him.

Nolan Shaw nodded tremblingly. While he might dare lie to some, he wouldn’t dare lie to Landon Lawson—this man meant what he said and acted swiftly. Having been by his side for many years, he would never make such a mistake.

Nolan Shaw understood Landon Lawson well. He loathed deceit most from those he cared about.

He handed the phone over, watching Landon Lawson anxiously.

Viewing the surgery schedule on the screen, which was sent from the city hospital and couldn’t possibly be fake, Landon saw the contradiction—it meant one of the two was lying.

Feeling Landon’s gaze, Nolan spoke up quickly, "I called the hospital, and there’s indeed no surgery for Dr. Grant this afternoon."

With his last hope vanished, Landon Lawson pressed his lips together, a bad feeling growing in his chest.

The words Sienna Quinn spoke yesterday kept echoing in his head. Moreover, knowing Miles Grant for so many years, whenever there was something on his mind, his gaze would waver.

During their earlier video call, Miles had exhibited the same demeanor. Could it be just as Sienna suggested?

Landon Lawson shook his head helplessly, smiling bitterly as it pained to see.

Vera Yates had shown him that the seemingly innocent girl had her own schemes, and the man who had been a close friend for years also kept things hidden from him.

Was Sienna right, that he had no discerning eye for such things? "For now, report any developments."

"Sure, President Lawson." Nolan agreed, yet wondered what Miles, a doctor, could possibly wield other than deception or mystery towards Landon Lawson.

Suddenly, Landon lifted his head, instructed Nolan, "Have someone follow Miles this afternoon. Don’t let him become aware."

Having taken on a verbal confrontation with Landon Lawson, Sienna Quinn was now bustling at work, her high spirits matching the rhythm of her heels clicking. Employees greeted her one after another as she passed through the sleek glass corridor.

"President Quinn, morning."

"Morning, all." Sienna Quinn walked with poise in her exquisite high heels, wearing a tailored A-line skirt that accentuated her flawless figure even more.