Demons Beside You 140 Big Clien

But the worst-case scenario still happened.

The police had found evidence that Ken had entered Deppler's home and he was taken to the police station. He had become the prime suspect. Plus, he couldn't reveal why he was inside Deppler's home.

If he revealed it, it would instead prove that he'd killed the man to keep the secret. After all, Deppler had threatened him before. It was logical for him to kill Deppler.

He also couldn't say that he and Deppler were friends. The entire town knew that they'd broken their relations.h.i.+p.

Ken couldn't explain why he was in Deppler's home, so he was in danger now.

They still handed this case to David to investigate because the others weren't experts in this field. He even took a few days off because of this.

They also booked a room in the town's motel and ran to Chen Zhao's home for meals. David was understandable because he came to help, but Sienna and Chris weren't working with him. Did they come to Chen Zhao's house just to get free food?

They ate and took everything. It was a bit too much.

…

Today, Chen Zhao was going to go walk outside when Ethan called him. "Chen, there's a big client and the problem seems serious. Do you want it?"

"How serious?"

"I heard from a peer that he's already looked for several doctors but nothing works."

"What price?"

"Thirty-thousand dollars."

"That much? Then definitely. It's my first time getting such a high price. Give me the address."

"I hope you can do it."

Ethan really wished that Chen Zhao could succeed. After all, if Chen Zhao did, he would make $6,000.

An hour later, Chen Zhao reached the south of L.A. There were practically no houses here. It was the suburbs.

After pa.s.sing a densely forested road, a luxurious castle appeared before Chen Zhao. He'd thought that Rasfa's manor was already luxurious enough, but compared to this one, there was still some lengths to go.

It felt like Rasfa was a nouveau-riche while the owner of this big manor was old money. Chen Zhao's driver was dumbfounded too. But after seeing the manor, he took the money and quickly drove away, leaving Chen Zhao here alone.

Through the fence, Chen Zhao saw a man in black walking around, along with a woman dressed in a maid uniform. This was the true f*cking elite, wasn't it?

Chen Zhao rang the doorbell. The man in black walked over to the metal gate. "Who are you?"

"I'm a doctor. Ethan called me over."

The man took out a walkie-talkie to ask if their boss had called for a doctor. A while later, he received a reply. "Come in."

The man led Chen Zhao into the manor while warning, "Follow closely. If you wander around, you might die here."

Chen Zhao gulped. This was a bit scary. The men in black that patrolled the manor were all armed with actual bullets. He also discovered that there was a sniper hiding in the shadows.

Before leading Chen Zhao into the mansion, the man searched him and had him go through a metal detector.

"How come you have a pet in your box?" They'd opened Chen Zhao's tool kit and two men in black stared at him as if interrogating a criminal.

"He's my pet like those three," Chen Zhao answered, pointing at Walter, Beelzebub and Carrie. "You can check my past records. You'll see that many of my clients know that I bring my pets along."

The two men muttered amongst themselves. Then one of them turned and left. Around 20 minutes later, the man came back and nodded to his partner. "It's okay."

Chen Zhao was finally allowed into the mansion. He was led into an elegantly decorated living room. Every piece of furniture and decoration seemed to be a historic symbol.

A middle-aged man sat in the room. He wore a suit and had a small mustache and quiff. Chen Zhao wondered if people who had this hairstyle all had high hairlines. He seemed to be this manor's owner or was at least someone important.

"Asian, h.e.l.lo. Please sit."

"h.e.l.lo, sir. What should I call you?"

"You can call me Sean," the man said.

"Mr. Sean, I'm Chen Zhao. You can call me Chen. You should have all my information, right?"

"Your information from America is set. You are a very good doctor, so I hope you can help me."

"Mr. Sean, what is your ailment?"

"Not me. It's my father," Sean said.

"Can you bring me to see your father?"

To be honest, this manor gave Chen Zhao too much pressure. It was as if even the maids hid a pistol under their dresses.

"Can I see my patient?"

Sean took Chen Zhao down a narrow hall and into another room. Chen Zhao saw his patient. He was an elder in a wheelchair and he probably wasn't able to speak anymore.

Judging from his eyes and trembling limbs, he had traumatic paralysis.

Chen Zhao knew the general situation after a glance, but he still went forward to check the patient. He'd been paralyzed for at least three years. The muscles in his limbs were shriveling up.

"Mr. Sean, what kind of injury did your father suffer before this happened?"

"My father was. .h.i.t in the spine from his bodyguard's gun in a close distance. The nerves were completely damaged. The doctor said that there's no possibility of recovering."

"Mr. Sean, are you sure that an illegal doctor like me can heal your father?"

Chen Zhao didn't think that Sean had invited him or the other doctors to cure his father. With the current medical level of the world, it was impossible to cure his father. The major hospitals had already confirmed it.

Normally, he would be stuck in a wheelchair until death and unable to live alone. Of course, judging from his situation, he didn't have many more years to live. He was already old and his bodily functions were all failing. After sitting in a wheelchair for so long without being able to move, his muscles couldn't exercise and had shrunk.

Chen Zhao predicted that Sean's father had half a year left.

"I don't need you to cure my father. I want you to make sure he can live at least one more year." Sean didn't sound very sad. His answers were always calm.

Old Sean on the wheelchair was calm too. He was paralyzed and couldn't even speak properly, but his facial muscles could still manage to move. However, he was emotionless toward his son's cold response. He even thought it was logical.

"That's it?"