Chapter 217


    Chapter 217 A Hypocritical Weakling


    Sarah smiled. “Yeah. Dr. Johnson is an expert in gynecology. Many women from the nearby viges


    woulde to him. He even ims his pulse diagnosis technique is so advanced that pregnancy test


    kits can’t match his uracy!”


    After hanging up the call, Damien leaned against the wall as a dangerous, frosty smirk rested on his


    lips.


    The truth wasn took advantage of Cherise’s trust in him and plotted this scheme.


    Ha! Ian Philips!


    Around five in the afternoon, Ian was about to get off work. He stood in the corridor and called Cherise


    multiple times but failed to reach her.


    Even if something happened and she blocked his original number, she hadn’t seen his other number,


    so she wouldn’t deliberately reject his call.


    However, he couldn’t reach her through both sets of numbers.


    n!” Just asn was perplexed, the director’s voice came forth.


    He lifted his head to see the director standing next to a tall man in white, staring at him and saying


    something. The man was tall and thin, but one could tell his body was well-built.


    He wore a pair of sses. However, the aura he emanated was not refined but overwhelming.


    Ian didn’t remember seeing a young, handsome staff in the research institute.


    All the while, he thought he was the most handsome guy in the institute.


    Frowning,n kept away his phone and walked to the director. “Yes, sir?”


    “Mr. Belcourt, this is Ian Philips.” The director introduced them to each other with a smile. n, this is


    Mr. Lennon Belcourt. He just returned from overseas and wants to ask you some questions.”


    Then, the old director patted Lennon’s shoulder and left. “I’ll leave it to you guys to solve your problem.”


    After the director left,n stared at Lennon with a frown. “What’s the matter, Mr. Belcourt?”


    Ian wasn’t short, but when faced with Lennon, he was overwhelmed by thetter’s height and


    vehemence, which made him feel ufortable.


    Lennon looked atn with a half-smile. “It’s not a good ce to talk here. Shall we head outside?”


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    Ian nodded.


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    He thought Lennon intended to have a talk in a quiet ce, like a cafe. Little did he expect Lennon to


    bring him to an empty space behind the institute.


    Ian arched his brows. “Mr. Belcourt, are you sure you want to talk here?”


    “Yeah.” Lennon elegantly took off his jacket and threw it aside. Then, he rubbed his fists with a cold


    smile. “I don’t have to choose a special venue to beat you up, right? The director is my distant rtive,


    so I promised him not to stain his institute, but it doesn’t mean I won’t stain its backyard!”


    As soon as he said that, he punchedn in the face. When Lennon was abroad, he enjoyed going. to


    the fighting arena and practicing boxing during his free time. He was an experienced fighter.


    Clenching his fists, he roughed Ian up mercilessly. Ian instinctively wanted to run away, but Lennon


    wouldn’t allow him to.


    “Why are you punching me?!”


    Ian shielded his head and waspletely defenseless.


    Lennon booted him emphatically. “Normally, I disdain roughing up someone like you, a hypocritical,


    bookish weakling.”