Chapter 528

Just then, Cecilia called, "Mr. Johnson, where are you goofing off this time?" "I'm at Jordan Pharmaceuticals for a meeting. Why?" "That rich woman from Centuria is here again. She wants you to treat her. Zoey and I couldn't get her to leave. She even transferred a hundred million for the treatment fee," Cecilia said. "Jessie?" "Yeah, who else?" Cyrus frowned, feeling puzzled. It had only been a short while since his clash with the Sykes family, and now, Jessie was coming to find him. Was she looking for trouble? Margot rested her head on her hand, watching him closely. Bella, still nestled in his arms, gave him a meaningful look. They didn't seem worried at all. They knew if the Sykes family wanted to cause trouble at Innerzen Medical Center, they wouldn't just send Jessie. Cyrus had already shown his strength today. As a fourth-generation member of the Sykes family, Jessie wasn't qualified to challenge him. If the Sykes family wanted to provoke him, they would have likely sent a third-generation expert, someone on par with Chris. The only reason they would send the pretty Jessie was to seduce Cyrus. Many had tried this tactic on Cyrus, only to end in failure. So, their expressions were asking if Cyrus' body could handle this. "Tell her to make an appointment." "So, she's not jumping the queue?" Cecilia asked sarcastically. "If you insist she should jump the queue, then let her do so. I'll treat her tonight," Cyrus said. "Fine, got it," Cecilia replied. Lately, Cyrus hadn't been spending much time with Cecilia or touching her. She was very angry. Cecilia was willing, and even Zoey was trying to match them, but Cyrus kept his distance. She didn't know what to make of it. If he didn't like her, he should just say so. Instead, he kept stringing her along and didn't allow her to leave Innerzen Medical Center. Cecilia had been saying she wanted to help Frederick as vice president at the Medical College Affiliated Hospital, but Cyrus didn't agree. And now, Jessie needed special massage therapy to treat her hyposexual disorder. Of course, Cecilia was annoyed. After hanging up, Bella made a seven with her fingers and said, "Mr. Johnson, please come to our place tonight with Margot and me." "Not tonight. I have to go home and be with my daughter." Margot and Bella both leaned close to Cyrus. Margot whispered softly in his ear, "Mr. Johnson, do you want more rich beauties? Are we not enough to satisfy you? Well, tonight, let Bella have you all to herself." "Enough of that. Keeping a Sykes family member around isn't a bad thing. Besides, her illness is quite strange. I'm actually quite interested in treating it." "What kind of illness is it?" Margot asked. "Hyposexual disorder." Cyrus briefly explained Jessie's condition to them. Both Margot and Bella were amazed and relieved. "So, she's unable to engage in sexual intercourse?" "Not currently. Her pelvis is tightly closed. Who knows when it'll open? So, don't worry about me adding another woman. I don't have the time." "But, Mr. Johnson, if you keep giving her those special massages, she'll have no choice but to marry you." "I'm a married man. Even if she's the young lady of the Sykes family, I'm not interested." Hearing this, Margot and Bella felt relieved. They only accepted Zoey as Cyrus' wife. If another woman came and didn't allow them to serve Cyrus, what would they do? "I'll call Marshall in so that you can treat his Blood Bat venom." "Go ahead." A while later, Marshall came in. He nodded to Cyrus and said, "Mr. Johnson, I have the nutrient pills, so the treatment is not as urgent." Marshall's demeanor had changed from his previous fearfulness. Now, he seemed a bit dazed, as if he had lost all hope. It all started when he learned Wilson had been turned into a venom puppet. "Mr. Foster, the nutrient pills are a temporary fix. The venom must be removed to end your suffering," Cyrus said. "The pain helps me remember my hatred. Thank you for your kindness. In the future, I'll count on you to look after Margot and Alexander. Just make sure Alexander grows up safely." "Dad, what are you planning?" Margot asked, worried.