Why deceive me??

Thanks for your offer but I'm not interested to work with the inhuman and unrealistic individuals." Jordan said furiously. "How dare you scold Mr. Cameron or are you tired of living." One of the bodyguards said.

Jordan didn't even spare Mr. Cameron and his thugs of bodyguards a glance as he turned and asked Alan to lead the way to the car. "I wish you a very long life, Mr. Cameron. I still have a lot of research to make so I shall take my leave." He left everyone speechless including Mr. Cameron.

"Hey, hey don't go please" Mr. Cameron dashed after the departing Jordan and held his arm with a smile.

Jordan brushed off his hands and continue walking to the car park giving Mr. Cameron a face.

Mr. Cameron panicked when he saw Jordan was about to get into his car and he frantically said, "please Dr. Jordan, save my little daughter she's just twelve mention any amount you desire and I will pay. " he was still throwing his weight thinking Jordan is short of money.

"Get lost! If you want to beg me, do it properly!" Jordan's expression changed drastically as soon as he for into the car.

He guessed that Mr. Cameron knows the severity of his daughter's medical condition and won't keep acting arrogantly the moment he plans on leaving.

Mr. Cameron's face became red as a tomato feeling embarrassed for being scolded by a younger generation.

However, his ego couldn't give in to beg properly.

"Hey, have given you too many olive branches to hold unto but you choose to go against me right? If you don't come with me this instance, I will make sure I destroy your hands and render you cripple." He was so furious that he couldn't help but bring out his normal traits of closed lips.

"I welcome you to try to lay your filthy hands on Dr. Jordan and see how your family will be destroyed from the face of the earth." A cold and chilly voice was heard behind Mr. Cameron.

Nobody knew when the owner of the voice came to the parking lot of the hospital.

All eyes were glued on the handsome figure standing emotionless and smiling sarcastically.

The owner of the voice is no other than Damon, the business tycoon who everyone wants to make friends with.

He walked up to the Bentley patina and stepped in without any other words.

Mr. Cameron was so rooted in the place that he couldn't even blink an eye because he knows the power Damon has, and how he controls not only in the business world but the underground world also.

His daydreaming was cut short by the Buzzing of his phone.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

"Yes, what's the problem?" He asked furiously.

"Sir, the little one's condition is getting worse and all the family doctors are saying she won't make it...." the person on the other end of the phone couldn't bring himself to say the word make it.

"You bastard, tell them if anything happens to my angel, I will rip out their hearts and feed them to my dogs and bury them without a heart to accompany her." He hung up immediately and was thrown into disarray because he has burnt the only bridge leading to his aid.

Alan drove out of the parking lot and headed straight to Lakeland restaurant.

Inside one of the private rooms in the restaurant, Damon and Jordan were busy discussing when a gentle knock was heard and Alan, walked in.

"Sir Mr. Cameron is outside begging to see you," he said without even raising his head.

"Haha... Damon, tell me how you manage to raise such a humble and loyal dog" Jordan said laughing.

Damon, just brushed off Jordan's claims and asked him, "Jordan, do you wish to see that old sly foggy?" He asked.

"let me see how mighty he will act again. Show him in please " Jordan said.

Immediately Mr. Cameron came in, he went down on his kneels crying and begging, "please save my child from her pain Dr. Jordan. I was such a snobbish fool back then."

Jordan was so surprised to see how the mighty has fallen.

"OK, lead the way," he said getting up and waving to Mr. Cameron.

After half an hour, they arrived at a magnificent old-fashioned mansion.

Some group of doctors rushed over and frantically said, "Sir, we did try our best but we can only wait for her to give up." One of the doctors said.

"Get lost! This moment you quacks." Mr. Cameron furiously barked at them and lead Dr. Jordan into the mansion.

Immediately they got into the room the little girl was inside, Jordan went straight and took her pulse before saying, "Mr. Cameron, your daughter's lungs are at risk, not her heart." At this moment a doctor suddenly said, "and who the hell are you to imply that we've been treating her for heart problems instead of their lungs."

But before he could add another word, he was slapped four times by Mr. Cameron himself.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"If Dr. Jordan said you are doing the treatment wrongly, then you're doing so. Who the hell are you to question him."

Jordan was so pleased with the way Mr. Cameron dealt with his subordinate.

He immediately brought out a pack of silver needles and sterilized them.

After about ten minutes of acupuncture treatments, the little girl's expressionless face became full of life.

"Dr. Jordan, will my daughter be OK?" Mr. Cameron asked worriedly.

"She's healed and will be up in twenty minutes. Ask someone to get a bowl of hot milk ready for her to take when she gets up before serving her any food of her choice because she will be damned hungry." He replied smiling and left the Cameron's Manson.

Exactly twenty minutes later, the little girl opened her eyes to the surprise of everyone present, the first thing she said was, "Dad I'm hungry I need."

The father was moved in tears as he said, "Angel take this bowl of hot milk first before anything. How are you feeling, are you in pain?"

"Dad I'm not in pain anymore."