Mrs. and Mr. Smith novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Ashton Nicholson s Appeal

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The next day, Ethan Smith didn’t go out.

He sat in the hotel, slightly closing his eyes, sensing the cultivation skill in his mind.

Beyond realm, the cultivation skill was also an essential factor that determined one’s strength.

A top-notch skill could even enable an ordinary person to fight across ranks.

There was a countless number of cultivation skills in Ethan Smith’s inheritance; any one of them was enough to shock the world.

On the other side, Dorian Dawson was sulking at home.

Thinking of Ethan Smith’s arrogance, he felt suffocated in his chest.

“Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal. There’s no need to get angry over it.” A beautiful woman beside him whispered advice.

Dorian glanced at her and coldly scolded, “You don’t understand! I’m someone with a reputation in Shiglance City, who wouldn’t give me some respect?”

“He’s just a country bumpkin from the countryside and dared to disrespect me, even using offensive words!” The angrier Dorian thought, the more agitated he became. He swung his arm and cleaned everything off the table.

Seeing this, the beautiful woman dared not say more and could only sigh softly.

Dorian sneered, “Young people being arrogant is not a good thing. If I don’t teach him a lesson, my name isn’t Dorian Dawson!”

With that thought, Dorian told the beautiful woman, “Go and fetch me that treasured Ganoderma of mine.”

“What are you going to do?” The beautiful woman frowned slightly, seemingly worried.

Dorian impatiently said, “Just do as I say, no need to ask so many questions!”

The beautiful woman reluctantly went into the room and fetched the Ganoderma.

After taking the Ganoderma, Dorian turned to leave.

“Dorian, just let it go. Don’t push too hard on others.” The beautiful woman grabbed Dorian’s arm and whispered.

After throwing those words, Dorian turned and left.

Dorian might not be the most competent person, but he did have some skills in medicine. Over the years, he had established countless connections, especially with martial artists who owed him favors. So, Dorian had full confidence.

In a private manor.

This manor occupied a vast area and was undoubtedly owned by wealthy people.

At this time, Dorian was sitting upright and looking jovial in the manor.

“Mr. Moore, you must help me with this matter.” Dorian asked politely.

The man called Mr. Moore was fiddling with a string of Buddhist beads. He sized up Dorian and said slowly, “Young Dorian, I would like to help you, but I heard this Ethan Smith isn’t easy to deal with. Even the Lane Family gave in.”

Dorian chuckled awkwardly, “If it were simple, I wouldn’t come looking for you. Besides, what can the Lane Family compare to when it comes to you?”

Mr. Moore smiled faintly, “You don’t have to flatter me. I’m afraid I can’t help you with this favor.”

Dorian’s face changed slightly. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the Ganoderma from his pocket.

“Mr. Moore, haven’t you always wanted this Ganoderma? If you help me, I’ll give it to you!” Dorian said with a pain in his heart.

Seeing the Ganoderma, Mr. Moore’s eyes lit up instantly, and he stood up abruptly!

“Are you serious?” Mr. Moore stared at the Ganoderma intently.

Dorian gritted his teeth and said, “Absolutely!”

Mr. Moore laughed out loud and said, “Okay, okay! What do you want me to

Dorian said sinisterly, “If you can kill him, that would be great. If not, at least prevent him from participating in the Traditional Medicine Conference!”

After a whole day, Ethan Smith finally opened his eyes.

Elder Hansen stood nearby, not daring to speak much.

In the evening, Ethan opened his eyes and looked at Elder Hansen beside him.

“Mr. Smith, you’re awake.” Elder Hansen handed Ethan a cup of hot tea.

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