Chapter 11 Change

• Grace heard Cyrus' words and smiled bitterly. "Why would I blame him? I am just grateful to be able to get the money so smoothly. Besides, he even gave me an extra 200 grand. I should thank Mr. Marais."
• Grace walked toward the sunroom.
• However, the dishes and glasses were scattered around the sunroom. The table was also overturned. Not only were the food and drinks scattered across the area, but there was also a foul smell lingering in the air.
• Grace was puzzled. "Huh? Where is Mr. Marais and his guards?"
• Cyrus shook his head. "Not a clue. Since he's not here, let's return to the company."
• Grace nodded, took out her phone, and called Emile. "Mr. Marais, thank you so much. You really are too kind. I will return the 200 grand to you."
• "Goodness, Miss Lindgren!" Emile, who was on the other end of the line, felt his soul leaving his body at the thought of Grace returning him the extra money. "Miss Lindgren, no more tricks! I'm begging you! That money is all yours! Just send a representative over if you have any future plans for cooperation with my company. I won't even ask any questions! It's all green light from me!"
• "Uh, what now?" Grace was a bit puzzled by his panic.
• Regardless, she didn't bother questioning the poor man further. Instead, she tilted her head in confusion and mumbled, "Why did Emile suddenly become so… polite?"
• Then, the two of them went downstairs and returned to the company without further ado.
• Cyrus took his time looking around Cyrace Cosmetics and got a rough idea of how many men he should be recruiting and how to guard the area.
• Cyrus' phone rang around the afternoon.
• When he picked up his phone, he saw that it was a call from Archie.
• "What's up?" Cyrus asked casually.
• Archie was very polite to Cyrus as he said genially, "Mr. Nikolaou, it's nothing much. Mr. Cohen has regained his consciousness and wants to thank you in person. So—"
• "Oh, I'm busy at work." Cyrus didn't bother mincing his words and ended the call.
• Archie held his phone, looking embarrassed as he turned his gaze to his patient in the ward.
• There was an elderly man on the hospital bed. That man was none other than Robert.
• Yet, there was only one middle-aged bodyguard standing sentry over Robert! Nonetheless, those familiar with this bodyguard knew he was more than enough because this man was the famous Namir!
• Archie awkwardly smiled and said, "Mr. Cohen, Mr. Nikolaou said h-he's at work and temporarily unavailable."
• Namir stood to the side and curled his lips into a cold smirk. "Hah, why bother sugarcoating it? That person is clearly just trying to raise the price by pretending to be busy at work! Is his work more important than meeting Mr. Cohen in person?"
• Robert waved his hand. It was evident that he didn't take any of it to heart as he said lightly, "Mr. Hamal, there's no need to be so upset. He did save my life."
• Namir nodded slightly. "Yes, I'm sorry for yesterday. I was lured away by their tricks. That's how you got hurt. You wouldn't have been shot if I had remained by your side."
• Robert smiled. "The other party was well-prepared and cunning to boot. So, it's not your fault, Mr. Hamal. Dr. Harper, please call my savior again. I won't be able to rest peacefully if I can't take him in person."
• Archie thought it over for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll make another call."
• Archie dialed Cyrus' phone number again, "Mr. Nikolaou, you may not know who Mr. Robert Cohen is. He's one of the top three big shots in Rodon. So—"
• "Stop! This has nothing to do with me. I have already made things very clear the last time we met. I only saved him out of a whim. Plus, I am on duty right now. There are only two security guards in the company. What's going to happen if the company was robbed during my absence? What should I do, then?" Cyrus said calmly.
• Archie was puzzled as he blurted, "Security guards? Mr. Nikolaou, are you working as a security guard? Oh, I see. Mr. Nikolaou, please come to the hospital. Mr. Cohen will compensate you for your loss if anything happens to the company. Also, don't you live in my house? I'll waive your water, electricity, and utility bills."
• When Cyrus heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but nod and said, "Alright, I'll rent your house for now."
• Then, he ended the call.
• Cyrus inquired of Pierre, "Pierce, where can I find a shared bike around here?"
• Pierre scurried over and said helplessly, "Captain, my name is Pierre, not Pierce."
• Cyrus waved his hand nonchalantly. "It sounds the same, doesn't it? Where can I find a shared bike nearby? I need to go to the hospital."
• Pierre, who had always been timid and non-confrontational, meekly handed over a set of keys, "Captain, you can take my car if it's not too shabby for you. I spent 2600 dollars the other day to buy this. Trust me. It runs pretty fast for its price tag."
• Cyrus wordlessly blinked at the old keys.
• Pierre smiled awkwardly. "My family's financial situation isn't the best. Plus, I'm just a normal security guard. So, I can only afford a car like this."
• Cyrus took Pierre's car keys, patted his shoulder, and said, "It's okay. You'll have more than enough money in the future. All you have to do is work hard."
• Then, he descended the flight of stairs with the car keys in hand.
• Sure enough, an old and dilapidated Ford was parked in the corner. It was obviously badly maintained as a large piece of paint was peeling off the body, revealing the rust underneath. To make matters worse, some of the parts were patched up with transparent tape.
• Cyrus inserted the key into the car door, got in, and started the classic pickup truck. Then, he promptly drove toward Alliance Hospital.
• Robert had a look of surprise on his face as he asked Archie, "Dr. Harper, the miraculous doctor you mentioned... he's actually a security guard? And he's renting a place to live?"
• Archie nodded. "It appears... that's the case, yes."
• Robert struggled to sit up and lightly touched the gunshot wound on his chest. "It was this security guard who saved me?"
• "Yes, he saved you." Archie sighed before continuing, "Mr. Nikolaou's surgical skills are truly beyond me! I swear to you that I can never achieve such skills in my lifetime. If he were to practice medicine, he would definitely be the top surgeon in Arctus!"
• "Oh, please!" Namir sneered, "Dr. Harper, don't you think you're overestimating him? Why would he choose to be a security guard if he's truly that proficient? I think he just happened to see the location of the wound yesterday. That's why he was able to remove the bullet."
• Archie shook his head solemnly before retorting, "Mr. Hamal, although you are a skilled martial artist, surgery is a different beast altogether. Sure, you're quick and agile, but you can never become a surgeon without the precision he wielded. Yesterday, Mr. Nikolaou removed the bullet in a second with only two fingers. Then, he quickly sutured the major artery purely by touch in the midst of blood and gore. To make matters even more fantastical, the suture was textbook perfect. Such skill is… truly unimaginable!"
• Cyrus entered just as his last word fell.
• Cyrus dismissed Robert entirely and greeted Archie, saying, "I want the waiver in writing. Also, get rid of that talkative woman in that unit effectively immediately."
• Archie quickly agreed with a smile.
• Robert sat up and sincerely said, "I didn't expect you to be so young, Mr. Nikolaou! Dr. Harper told me that your surgical skills are beyond praise. Your achievements are truly outstanding."
• Cyrus smiled faintly and said, "It's just a small skill. Truthfully, I am better at traditional medicine."
• Robert laughed in amusement. "There's no need to be so humble, Mr. Nikolaou. Traditional medicine is on a clear decline. Over time, it will eventually be eliminated. Oh, thank you for saving my life, Mr. Nikolaou. Since you don't have a home, I do have a villa worth 150 million that I can offer you. What do you think—"
• "No, thanks."
• Cyrus raised his hand and bluntly refused, "First, I saved you yesterday on a whim. I didn't do it for thanks or compensation. So, I don't need your thanks. Second, your illness is not fully cured. In less than half a month, you will still die if you don't receive the appropriate treatment. So—"
• "How dare you curse Mr. Cohen!" Namir, who was standing sentry at the head of the bed practically announced his presence with the sheer hostility he was releasing. Then, he promptly pounced at Cyrus with his fist heading straight at Cyrus' face.