Lord Protector Novel

Bryan figured that Thomas only contacted him because the man wanted something from him, and it was not just to chat over a drink.

“What a shame. We'll have to take a rain check, then. You're right, Mr. Hilton. There is something I'd like you to help me with,” revealed Thomas.

“Okay, go on.” Bryan was friendly to Thomas because he knew it would be beneficial to gain the man's favor.

“Mr. Hilton, did you meet with someone named Emma asking you to treat her daughter's legs today?”

“I did. You know her?”

“I do, actually.”

“So you want me to treat her daughter?”

“Oh, no. You misunderstood me, Mr. Hilton. On the contrary, I would like you to end the girl's life and make it look like a medical accident.”

Bryan's heart skipped a beat at the sound of that. “What? You want me to kill someone? No, I can't do that! I'm a doctor. I save people, not kill them!”

“Fifty million. I'll pay you fifty million if you do what I say. And don't worry. With my influence, even if you did kill someone, I can make sure that the whole thing gets swept under the rug. No harm will come to you.”

Bryan was moved when he heard the amount of money.

Although he charged a lot for his services, most of the fees he received belonged to Linton Group.

Even if they did not take their percentage, Bryan would still never be able to earn that much.

The temptation was almost too much for the physician, but he simply could not bring himself to agree to murder someone.

Just when Bryan was about to turn him down, Thomas added, “Mr. Hilton, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so please think about it carefully. If you somehow decide to reject my offer, I will make sure that you lose whatever reputation you have.”

However, even in the face of a carrot-and-stick approach, Bryan remained somewhat adamant. “Mr. Fleming, do you mind giving me some time to think this over?

“No, time is the only luxury that I cannot afford right now. From what I've heard, this isn't your first rodeo, Mr. Hilton. So what difference does it make? Why would you say no to money?”

Once again, Bryan could feel his heart skip a beat. “What do you mean by that, Mr. Fleming?”

Thomas smirked deviously before answering, “Ten years ago, one of your patients died on the operating table, and the autopsy report stated that his body couldn't withstand the operation because he was too weak. However, something about it seemed fishy. On top of that, you got ten million richer the next day for some reason.”