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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 425.

Chapter 425.

    Chapter 425.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 425. Heading to a Bustling City: </strong>Scamming a Doctor. (4/4)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please close the door and lock it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The doctor picked up his clothes and quickly got dressed, afraid thismotion would draw spectators.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I obliged to his request while I secretly removed the crumpled-up ball of paper that prevented the locking mechanism from engaging.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell did youe here for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I originally came looking for Dawn’s phone. She misced it and thest ce she remembered having it was inside this room. Oh, there it is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria remained hidden behind me, as she shot the doctor a menacing re while I bent down and picked up the phone from under one of the chairs in the room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stopped the recording. It’d been secretly recording everything from beginning to end. It was just a bit of insurance. There wasn’t really a need for it unless I couldn’t act things out properly and negotiate peacefully. Plus, if the doctor got out of this situation and thought he couldter go back on his word, I’d send him this video. I’d lose all courtesy, threaten to publish it online, and even send it directly to his employer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With it already leaking into the public, the hospital wouldn’t have any way to cover it up. Public pressure would mount and his employer’s hand would be forced. They’d have no choice but to cut ties with him. After that, there would be a permanent record on his license making it extremely difficult for him in the future. One small slip-up in life could result in a cascading butterfly effect that impacts the rest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bullshit, I’ve been set up. You two know each other, don’t you!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Know her? I don’t know her at all. Look, I’m perfectly fine forgetting about all this. I don’t really want to get involved at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then leave.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But… you know how the world works. If you want to shut someone up you’ve got to pay up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re trying to extort me for money after all. You two are working together.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaah. I’m not trying to extort you. I’m just an opportunist. I came across this opportunity purely by chance. Dawn doesn’t have health insurance and I just thought I wouldn’t mind maintaining my silence on what I saw here so long as that bill for the MRI bes zero. Everyone has a price, even I do. And this is all you need to do to buy my silence on this matter. Hell, if this chick tries to im otherwise to get you in trouble I could even take your side and vouch for you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How could you! He tried viting me but you’d take his side!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, if you don’t mind paying for my acquaintance''s MRI, I don’t mind taking your side.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, I’ll pay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What! You bitch! Shut the fuck up! Nobody’s talking to you! Kid, I can take care of it, you don’t need to listen to her. I’ll even pay you a bit of a premium.” The doctor panicked when he heard she’d be willing to pay. He likely realized if he was pped with awsuit from her he’d have to pay a price far worse than simply making use of his inside connections to take care of the bill for an MRI scan which would hardly cost him anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No need to pay me anything more than taking care of the MRI scan. I didn’te here to extort money from you or anyone. It was purely by chance after all. I prefer to only ept money I’ve worked for myself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My naive idealistic words seemingly dispelled the idea I was here to extort him but it seemed he still couldn’t feelpletely at ease as he asked, “How can I trust that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you like… we can sign a contract.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though I had the spontaneous thought to try and acquire a soul here, I couldn’t see a way to realistically do so given the circumstances. The idea had only just sprouted in my mind, but even if someone didn’t believe in souls, it didn’t seem likely someone would sell their soul just to keep someone quiet about something of this level.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only way would be to reveal my identity as a devil, whether they believe it or not, and aggressively push specifically for their soul as an added condition. If I used the video as leverage and threatened his entire future with it by releasing it publically, then there may be enough weight to acquire his soul.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But the only problem was I didn’t want to reveal I was a devil here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The alternative was trying to randomly slip it into the contract, but I was sure a doctor wouldn’t be careless enough to not thoroughly read through it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I racked my mind as I tried to think of a way, but there really was none.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria burst out from behind, “What the hell? Are you an idiot? How can you not ask for anything in return for yourself? You should get some money out of this contract or something-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” The doctorshed out menacingly and cut her off.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria continued to run her mouth more defiantly than ever, “He’s so willing to offer, but you won’t take it? Who do you think you are, some benevolent all-forgiving god? Hell, get him to sign his soul away. His life would be ruined if he can’t keep you silent. How can you let him off so easily when he’s in such a disadvantageous position?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who’s talking to you? Know your ce, you vile whore!” Wisteria didn’t flinch, she looked at him disdainfully, not intimidated in the slightest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I honestly wanted to jump for joy right now. Wisteria had truly read me like a book in terms of what I was internally struggling about and provided a wonderful opportunity. If I wasn’t the one who brought up the idea of selling his soul and I treated it like a sort of joke, it could possibly work. The way she brought up his life being ruined was too perfect.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I’m really not interested in money though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you want then? An arm, a leg? Or maybe a soul like this bitch suggested?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t really believe in souls… so how about we just go with that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? My… soul?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, sure, why not? You’re not really losing anything. It’s not like you could really sell something like a soul anyway. That sort of stuff is just nonsense you see in fictional stories, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Would that make you feel more confident I won’t mention a word of this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s rubbish.” The Doctor shook his head and continued, “If it has no value to you, in what way would it act as a deterrent for you to keep your mouth shut?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. If that’s the case… and you really insist it has to be something tangible… how about a million dors?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pfft! Where did youe up with that absurd number from? First you want nothing, and then you want everything? Get lost!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not pulling it out of thin air. That should be around the median worth of a doctor, right? So if we were to put a value on your life it should be equivalent, should it not? As she said, that’s what you have to lose here. ording to you, the only way you’d have peace of mind is if you traded something of equal value.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Like hell I’ve got a million dors to just hand out. Set a reasonable price.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How about $999,999?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t know how to negotiate just take my soul and be gone, you moron. You could have had a bit of money but you’re leaving with nothing. What a moron.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He’s not leaving with nothing. He’s taking your soul.” Wisteria childishly stuck her tongue out and taunted him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut the fuck up. Was anyone talking to you, you brain-dead cunt? A soul? The fact that you even seriously believe such a thing exists shows how much of an idiot you are.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who are you calling an idiot? You’re the idiot, idiot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Talking to a dirty whore is only a waste of breath.” The doctor, frustrated, with veins bulging on his forehead, and teeth gritted, averted his eyes away. He proceeded to ignore her presence and acted as if Wisteria didn’t exist.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria’s immature provocations had sessfully riled him up and clouded his judgment. Overall, it worked out perfectly. Now confronted by my absurd proposition, he’d easily fallen back on the much cheaper alternative that cost him no money.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, Dawn’s MRI bill in addition to your soul will be included in the contract we sign. Is that fine?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. Whatever.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I approached the desk in the room and opened a drawer where I found a notebook with carbon copy paper.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We obviously need paper to write up the contract.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tsk. Hurry up.” The doctor was in a foul mood and clearly wanted this to be over.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wrote up the contract and handed it over to him. It wasn’t particrly long, only a single page. It was a very simple and rudimentary contract that didn’t take him long to read through.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In summary, I was sworn to secrecy but I’d take his side and vouch for him should Wisteria try to make any unfounded ims. In return, Dawn didn’t need to pay anything for the brain MRI she just had, it was free. He’d also sell his soul to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He didn’t voice anyints about the conditions after he finished reading the terms outlined in the contract.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While the doctor was preupied with the contract, he had his back to Wisteria and the door. As he wasn’t paying attention to her movements, she had the chance to discreetly retrieve her phone without his notice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After he signed the contract, tore out the original from the notebook, and handed it over, he immediately eximed, “Where’d that fucking bitch go!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yes, Wisteria had not only retrieved her phone, she’d also used the opportunity to slip out undetected. The door was currently wide open and she was long gone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With the undetected retrieval of her phone, her clean-up was done and she was free to make her escape.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. Huh? You’re right, she really made a run for it as soon as things weren’t looking good for her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That fucking slut. I’m going to fuck her brains out for all the trouble she’s caused me.” The doctor briskly rushed out of the room andpletely forgot about his signed carbon copy of the contract on the desk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">How careless of him. It wouldn’t be funny if someone came in and saw it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Naturally, when he’d signed the contract that oh so sweet addictive taste lingered in my mouth. It was the taste of a soul earned through a good deal. It was quite nice when the contract was favorable to me. I really should only make these types of contracts. I didn’t get to taste it often, but it really does taste so much better.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I tucked the notepad away in the drawer I pulled it out from and took my leave.
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