Chapter 44 Maserati
Others burst into laughter when they heard it, and Jennifer impatiently looked at James.
Someone jeered, "What a fool, spending money on connections is one thing, but why make up a person like Michael that everyone knows? Why not say Bill Gates instead?"
The plump woman mocked without mercy, "Haha, this is a riot. Do you seriously know the big shot, Michael? Is it 'cause you zip around so fast that you caught Michael's eye?"
Jennifer ignored James, dragging her luggage as she walked towards the door.
Listening to the ridicule, James didn't take it to heart, but Randall was furious. "If you've got the guts, don't scram. Mr. Brown is on his way over. You're about to witness Dr. Smith's high-flyin' status, something you small-minded folks can't even touch!" he stated proudly.
Unexpectedly, John and the others burst into even louder laughter, treating Randall as a fool.
James was taken aback and asked, "What did you just say, Mr. Brown is coming?"
Taking a deep breath, Randall calmed down and respectfully said to James, "Yeah, Dr. Smith, you wouldn't believe how frantically Mr. Brown's been hunting for you lately. He's pretty much flipped Lindwood City on its head! "
"Why is he looking for me?" James asked and was a bit puzzled.
Did he not cure Michael's father? It shouldn't be the case; he had already expelled the worms from his body and prescribed medicine. As long as Todd continued to take it, he should be recovering by now.
Randall explained, "Dr. Smith, you cured Mr. Brown's father, which is a great favor. Mr. Brown is grateful and naturally wants to find you."
James chuckled and waved his hand, replying humbly, "It's nothing. A doctor's duty is to heal; there's nothing to repay. Besides, I haven't lost anything, so Mr. Brown doesn't need to rush over."
Randall, impressed by James's humility, exclaimed, "Dr. Smith, I finally understand why Mr. Brown admires you so much. You are a true doctor, unlike those quacks who boast about every little success."
James blushed a bit at the compliment, but John jumped in to tease, "Hey, can you guys put on a better show? Your acting is pitiful. James, that good-for-nothing, can he even patch up a paper cut?"
A colleague chimed in, "Exactly, treating others like fools, the lies are getting more absurd. Who is Michael? The illustrious richest man in Lindwood City, worth billions. Would he ask you for treatment? Maybe you haven't woken up properly."
Another scoffed, "Indeed, with the richest man so wealthy, if he's sick, he would definitely seek the top doctors in the country. Can you treat illnesses that even renowned doctors can't? Know your place."
Someone added, "Poor Dr. Johnson, marrying such a boastful guy."
They continued to mock.
Even the glances from their colleagues towards James carried a hint of disdain and contempt. They were all doctors, and Randall's words had offended them all.
Seeing this, John felt triumphant, pondering, ‘You got the nerve to take me on, you zero? Take a good look in the mirror; what do you even amount to?’
He snorted and ignored James, catching up with Jennifer, flashing what he thought was his most charming smile. He offered, "Jennifer, let me take you home."
Jennifer initially didn't want to engage with John, but the sight of James's vanity made her increasingly irritated. Feeling embarrassed, she agreed, "Well, then, you can take me home."
John was overjoyed. And he claimed, "Great, I just bought a Maserati recently and had a friend bring it over, all to drive you home."
He deliberately exclaimed it, causing a wave of admiration and envy, boosting his ego even more.
Jennifer was repulsed by his behavior, but compared to James, at least John had some skills to back up his boastfulness. James's pretentiousness was just embarrassing.
As they exited the airport, they saw a brand-new Maserati parked at the entrance, its sleek lines and commanding presence catching everyone's eye. It was clearly a new car, prompting many to take out their phones for photos.
"Wow! Is this the latest Maserati edition? Mr. Johnson, so classy!" Someone exaggeratedly exclaimed, giving John a thumbs up.
Others remembered his earlier claim of buying a Maserati and were envious. Jennifer also looked at him in surprise. "John, did you really buy this car?" she asked.
In reality, John was a bit confused. He did buy a Maserati a few years ago, but it was a used one that had been in an accident, costing only around fifty thousand dollars. How could it be this latest Maserati? The car looked expensive; he couldn't afford it.
Quickly, he had a sudden idea. Could it be that his friend knew his situation and deliberately rented a new car to come over, playing along with him?
Yes, that must be it.
He cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. He claimed, "Yeah, picked up this Maserati recently, no biggie, just a cool four hundred grand."
One of the female doctors flattered, "Wow, that's extravagant."
Another praised, "So, Mr. Johnson is so wealthy, I'm amazed."
Some of the younger female doctors even started to flirt with John, thinking he was the perfect man.
Only Jennifer felt conflicted. She glanced at James who followed behind and compared him to John. The difference was stark. She was starting to feel exhausted.
John, feeling proud, said to Jennifer, "Let's go."
Jennifer nodded and strolled off with John. Just then, Randall, who'd been tailing James, spotted John laying a hand on the Maserati and hollered, "Hey, who said you could touch!"
His loud voice startled many, causing John to quickly retract his hand.
"What's with all the squawking?" John shot back instantly.
Randall walked over, glaring coldly at John. He didn't like John and said sternly, "Take your dirty hands off. This Maserati is a gift from Mr. Brown to Dr. Smith. You have no right to touch it."
John was taken aback, then laughed, "What did you say? This Maserati is a gift from Michael to James?"
"You got it!" Randall confirmed with a proud nod. Then he turned back to James, looking a bit sheepish. "Dr. Smith, because of the rush, I could only hook you up with this top-tier Maserati. Hope it's up to snuff?"
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