Chapter 912 Catering to His Preferences
"I'm a doctor! Everyone, step back and give me some space!"
Pushing through the crowd, Zephyr spotted Mason Hayes on the ground, his face pale and lips blue—classic signs of a heart issue.
"Police! Clear the area!"
Jane, ignoring her current role, started managing the crowd.
Soon, the people dispersed.
"Sir, you're a doctor. Please, help Mr. Hayes."
Kieran Walsh, supporting Mason, was drenched in sweat from anxiety.
Zephyr knelt down, checking Mason while reassuring Kieran, "Calm down. What happened? How did he pass out?"
Kieran explained, "Mr. Hayes is over eighty and has heart problems. There was a loud noise, and it must've startled him, causing him to faint."
After a quick check, Zephyr asked, "No meds on him?"
"I couldn't find any."
Zephyr nodded and signaled Kieran to lay Mason flat. He took off his coat, handed it to Jane, and started CPR.
Jane stood by, worried about Zephyr's injuries.
Zephyr had just been discharged from the hospital, and the doctor had warned him against strenuous activities.
Focused on CPR, sweat formed on Zephyr's forehead. A dull pain radiated from his wound.
He frowned but kept going, pressing down rhythmically.
After about ten minutes, Mason's eyelids fluttered, and he finally took a deep breath.
Kieran, who had been watching closely, was overjoyed. "Mr. Hayes, you're awake!"
Mason's eyes slowly moved, glanced at Zephyr, and then closed again.
Kieran's face fell. "Doctor, why did he faint again?"
Zephyr wiped his sweat. "It's okay, he's just asleep. Get him to the hospital, quick."
Just then, the ambulance arrived. Zephyr briefed the paramedics on Mason's condition and stepped aside, letting Kieran and the medics lift Mason onto the stretcher.
Zephyr's face was pale, and his wound throbbed. He instinctively clutched his chest.
Jane quickly supported him, her face full of concern.
"Zephyr, is your wound hurting?"
Zephyr smiled. "It's nothing. I just need some rest."
Jane didn't argue, helping Zephyr into the car.
The ambulance siren wailed as it drove away.
Kieran watched from the window as Jane helped Zephyr into the car, feeling a wave of gratitude.
Thank goodness they ran into Zephyr; otherwise, if something happened to Mason, he'd be in big trouble.
Just then, Kieran's phone rang.
He quickly answered.
"Mr. Foster."
"Kieran, did you call me?"
"Yes, Mr. Foster. I wanted to inform you that Mr. Hayes had a sudden heart attack."
"What? How is he now?" Finnegan asked urgently.
"Luckily, we met a kind doctor. He performed CPR on Mr. Hayes. We're heading to the hospital now," Kieran said.
"Which hospital? I'll be there right away."
"Imperial City Hospital."
Jane drove to the bookstore entrance, glancing at Zephyr leaning back in the seat, clutching his chest with his eyes closed, full of concern.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
Zephyr opened his eyes and teased, "You're so young. Why are you nagging? I'm a doctor; I know my condition."
Jane, being called nagging, uncharacteristically didn't retort and sat with him in the car.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a message.
It was Emilio, sending info about Finnegan.
Zephyr turned his head. "Who messaged you?"
He seemed unusually interested in who she was talking to lately. Was it because he cared?
Jane smiled. "It's Emilio."
Zephyr shifted slightly. "Did he send info on Finnegan?"
"Yeah."
Zephyr leaned over, and they looked at the info together.
Finnegan was thirty-one, took over the family business at twenty-four, and got married with kids by twenty-eight. The guy seemed like a stellar entrepreneur and a devoted family man. No dirt on him.
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Finnegan's clean. No shortcuts to leverage him."
Zephyr finished reading. "See? He's a gentleman. Your usual tricks won't work."
Jane scratched her brow. "If he's clean, we need someone savvy to negotiate with him."
Zephyr looked at her. "How many business moguls do you know?"
Jane replied, "Quite a few, like Mr. Gordon and Mr. Hamilton."
Zephyr squinted. "Do we really need to ask for outside help and let others laugh at us?"
Jane shrugged. "I don't want to lose face either, but got a better idea?"
Zephyr took her phone and flipped through Finnegan's info again.
After a while, he said, "Besides leveraging dirt, there's another way to get close in business."
"What is it?"
"Catering to his preferences."
Jane raised an eyebrow, studying Zephyr. "Mr. Wright, not bad. You do have a business mind."
Zephyr kept looking at the info. "Human potential is limitless; intelligence is forced out."
"True."
Jane leaned in to look at the info with him. "So, how do you plan to appeal to his interests?"
Zephyr pointed to a line of text.
"Finnegan's grandparents are from Lindell Harbor. When he was young, his dad was busy with business, so he often stayed with his grandparents."
"He was almost raised by his grandparents, so he's really close to them. His grandpa makes wine, so he has a unique understanding of wine culture."
Jane listened and asked, "So, you plan to bond with him over wine?"
"What else?"
Zephyr handed her the phone. "Alright, let's go."
"Where to?"
"The bookstore, to study wine culture."
Zephyr opened the car door and got out.
Jane followed, laughing. "Not reading business management books anymore?"
Zephyr said, "We will, but priorities first, one step at a time."
Jane replied, "Yes, Mr. Wright."
Zephyr glanced at her, smiling involuntarily.
At the hospital corridor, Finnegan hurried over.
"Kieran, how's Grandpa?"
Yep, the old man Zephyr just saved was Finnegan's grandfather, Mason.
"Mr. Foster, Mr. Hayes is in the emergency room," Kieran quickly replied.
Finnegan frowned. "How did he sneak out of the nursing home again?"
Finnegan's grandmother had passed away a few years ago, so Mason lived alone. Mason and his wife had only one daughter, no sons. Finnegan didn't feel comfortable leaving Mason alone in Lindell Harbor. Last year, he brought Mason to Lindwood City and arranged for him to stay in a private nursing home he owned, so he could take care of him anytime.
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