Chapter 38
Taylor, who had returned with the medicine, was stunned upon witnessing the scene. She said, "You must have cursed Mr. Anderson."
When Mark happily took the essentials written by James to practice, Taylor looked at James with a face full of despair.
She added, "Otherwise, why would he do such a foolish thing?"
"He is a nationally renowned miracle doctor, and yet he calls you, a charlatan, his master."
In Taylor's view, James had some skills, but no matter how talented, he couldn't possibly be at Mark's level.
She also couldn't accept her idol's reverence for a charlatan.
James said, "Without me, the charlatan, your grandfather would have died last night."
He took the medicinal herbs Taylor had bought and began to process them, saying, "And you would have been an orphan."
"You..." Taylor was infuriated, then stubbornly retorted, "You just got lucky."
"Regardless, you lost, and I am your master for the coming year." James unapologetically struck. "You'd better show some respect, or you'll suffer."
Hearing the word 'master,' Taylor's pretty face flushed red, then she stepped forward and said, "In addition to the one hundred million dollars from Grandpa, I'll give you fifty million dollars more to terminate our bet."
Taylor's face was cold as she threw out the temptation. "How about it?"
James did not respond but started to brew the medicine unhurriedly.
"Too little?" Seeing James silent, Taylor thought he was greedy, so she disdainfully snorted, "Fine, I'll give you one hundred million dollars; how about that?"
"No way," James said, without turning back, "One hundred million dollars is not hard for me to earn, but getting Taylor to be a maid is as difficult as ascending to heaven."
Taylor blurted out, "Two hundred million dollars."
She didn't believe there was anything money couldn't solve.
"Your grandfather has just recovered and needs a good month of recuperation," James spoke lazily, "This month, you should take good care of your grandfather. Next month, I'll find you to fulfill your promise."
"Remember, be ready whenever I call."
"James, don't be too arrogant," Taylor stood with her hands on her hips and said, "Who do you think you are?"
James slapped her on the thigh again and said, "Watch your attitude."
Damn it!
Taylor cursed James in her mind. Today, she was humiliated by James, and now he slapped her thigh; She had lost her dignity completely in front of him.
"Keep your words," James casually reminded, "Otherwise, what if your grandfather's condition relapses? How will you beg me then?"
Taylor's anger dissipated instantly; although James was detestable, she had to admit that he was still of immense value.
At least until she found another doctor to replace James, she couldn't afford to fall out with him.
Taylor said, "You'll be struck by lightning."
As James turned around, Taylor's eyes spun, and she kicked towards James's lower back.
James swiftly dodged the attack and then pulled Taylor over the table.
Before Taylor could scream, a palm wind had already hit her.
The slap from behind shocked Taylor into a scream. She panicked and forgot to resist, more in disbelief.
This bastard was too violent and overbearing.
Didn't he know how to be a gentleman?
Taylor started shouting, "Bastard, let go of me."
James hit her eighteen times in one breath, then let go of the furious Taylor and said, "Remember, this is the punishment for offending your master."
Taylor covered her behind with her left hand and pointed at James with her right, shouting, "Bastard."
Although her pretty face looked aggrieved and angry, deep down, she felt an indescribable oddity, as if she couldn't hate James.
"What are you yelling for?" James glared and said, "Do you want to be hit again?"
Taylor quickly backed away from James and shouted, "Bastard! Bastard!"
Her pretty face was so red it was almost dripping. She added, "Wait and see how I'll deal with you."
James casually laughed. "Fine, I'll wait! I'm waiting for you to deal with me! I love it when beautiful women come to deal with me!"
Taylor's eyebrows rose, about to get angry again, but she saw James's shining gaze fixed on her.
She felt a pang of guilt, and her eyes instinctively dodged. But soon, she glared back in anger.
She thought, 'I am Taylor, the daughter of the Clark family, the future heiress to Thousand Treasures Corporation, why shouldn't I fight back? Why can't I fight back?'
"I'll chop you to pieces." Taylor angrily grabbed whatever she could use as a weapon.
Soon, she had two kitchen knives in her hands.
The knives gleamed threateningly.
Her anger was immense.
Taylor was full of confidence.
James casually remarked, "You seemed very angry right now. Does the back of your head still hurt?"
Taylor paused, dropped the knives, and touched her head, surprised to find that the back of her head, which used to hurt terribly when she was angry, now only had a faint pain.
She was overjoyed; she knew that when her headache flared up, it was unbearably painful.
"The slaps just now were not to take advantage of you but to help you unblock your meridians and relieve your brain nerves so you won't have headaches when you're angry," James looked at her and said, "Have more medicine these next few days to curb your irritable temper, and your menstrual cycle will also return to normal."
"As for your foot injury, it depends on your performance."
After saying this, James, who had started the stove to brew the medicine, walked out of the kitchen with his hands behind his back.
After a few steps, he heard Taylor's voice, both shy and afraid. "Can... can you hit me a few more times?"
James stumbled and fell.
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