Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 7

Allegra’s lips twitched at his words, and she bit them to hide her shock. The receptionist was taken aback, thinking that she’d heard him wrong. “D—do you want Mr. C—Crowe to come to see you? May I know if you have an appointment with him?” Her attitude suddenly became extremely respectful. She thought Isaac was some big shot. After all, he dared to refer to Mr. Crowe by name and demand that he come to see him.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have an appointment. Is Mr. Crowe around?” Allegra said when she saw Isaac didn’t intend to respond.

The receptionist was surprised by the difference between them. Then, she rolled her eyes and smiled mockingly at them, saying, “If you want to see Mr. Crowe, you must make an appointment a week in advance. And before you do that, you need to get a number at the front desk. The fee’s 15,000 dollars and you need to pay first.”

Beefy Bob frowned and looked at Isaac, who said calmly, “Just tell him that Isaac Garten wants to see him. Money's not an issue as long as he can remove the scar.”

Beefy Bob roared, “Didn’t you hear what he said? Are you deaf?” His booming voice scared the receptionist into action. She nodded, hurried over to the front desk, and made a call. However, when she hung up, her expression was as frosty as her tone. “If you’re Isaac Garten, that means you’re Allegra Booth, right?”

Allegra nodded.

The receptionist scoffed. “Mr. Crowe said he won’t see either of you and you’re not welcome here. Leave now, or I’ll have security escort you out!”

“Why won’t he treat Allegra? I’ll pay however much he wants.” Isaac’s frown deepened.

The receptionist rolled her eyes and sneered. “Mr. Crowe does as he pleases. You could be a god, but he has the final say in whether he wants to treat you. Now, please leave!”

“Well, I suppose an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to make a renowned doctor such as himself budge. Beefy Bob, why don’t you go up there and see if you can convince him to come down?” Isaac lit a cigarette with a smile.

When the receptionist saw Beefy Bob turn to head upstairs, her expression changed immediately, and she shouted for security. “Guards, someone’s trying to force their way in! Guards!”

The two fierce-looking security guards rushed toward Beefy Bob, but he sent them flying before they could even get close to him. Allegra’s heart pounded when she saw this, and she said to Isaac, “Hey, let’s just leave. The Crowe family’s very well-connected.”

Isaac said, “He charges such an exorbitant fee because he wants to make money, right? I already said I can pay whatever amount he wanted, but he refused to treat you only after hearing our names. Don’t you find that weird?”

Allegra bit her lip and said in a low voice, “I suppose Uncle Edward’s already spoken to him.”

“Well, I suppose he does have the clout to do that. But I’m determined to get him to treat you today, and if he doesn’t, I’ll blow this place to smithereens.” Isaac smiled.

Allegra’s heart leaped to her throat when she heard him say such an obnoxious thing. She clenched her shirt's hem tightly, knowing he wasn’t joking.

The receptionist had failed to stop Beefy Bob, and when she heard Isaac’s words, she said sarcastically, “You’re a damn good liar, aren’t you? You don't know how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Beefy Bob came downstairs in less than ten minutes. He was followed by an old man in a dark suit and a young man in gold-rimmed glasses. The old man was the founder of Beacon Clinic, George Crowe, and he looked furious because Beefy Bob had injured the four or five bodyguards standing outside his office.

When Allegra saw the young man next to him, her eyes widened in shock. Then, she turned away and lowered her head anxiously.

“My, oh my. I didn’t believe my ears earlier, but it really is Cloud City’s number-one beauty, Allegra Booth. Wait, you’re not a beauty anymore. You’re an ugly little bitch,” the young man said mockingly.

George turned to him and asked, “Mr. Merck Jr., do you know her?”

Gregory Merck scoffed. “Of course. The little bitch didn’t know what was good for her—a few years ago, I wanted to marry her, and I was even willing to accept that bastard of hers. But do you know what she did? She took a knife to her face and disfigured herself.” He looked at Allegra and said sarcastically, “Do you think you’re worth Mr. Crowe’s effort? What made you think he’d do it just because you brought some asshole here to cause a ruckus?” He glanced at Isaac contemptuously.

In truth, he was holding a grudge against Allegra. Three years ago, her beauty had caught his eye, and coupled with the Gould family’s connections, he’d proposed marriage to her to ally their families. However, in her determination to turn down the marriage, she’d used a knife to disfigure herself on their engagement day. It had humiliated the Merck family and almost given her maternal grandfather a heart attack. Because of this failed alliance, Margaret had kicked Allegra and Isabella out. After that, mother and daughter had moved to Westside Farmers’ Market.

Isaac stood up and trained his gaze on Gregory. He asked coldly, “You’re the reason that Ally’s face is like this?”

Gregory looked at him and laughed derisively. “My, my, you’re scaring me. Where the fuck did you come from? Wait, you’re the one who got that fathead to beat Mr. Crowe’s men up, right?”

Isaac suddenly smiled and looked at George, who was fuming. “Let’s settle the important stuff first. I want you to treat Ally.”

After a short moment of astonishment, George bellowed, “You injured my men, yet you still expect me to treat her? In your dreams! I won’t allow any of you to leave this place if you don’t give me a proper explanation for this.”

Gregory wasn’t too happy to see Isaac ignoring him. He turned to George and said, “Mr. Crowe, allow me to handle this small fry. You don’t need to get mad over something so trivial.” He’d been finding it hard to get it up recently, so he’d come here to ask George to give him something to restore his virility. When he’d heard George mentioning Allegra’s name, he’d decided to come downstairs to see what was happening.

Gregory had always been arrogant and Isaac had bruised his ego. He pulled his phone out and made a call, deliberately raising his voice as he said, “Get the fuck in here and teach these two punks a lesson!”

George fell silent at his words. He knew how powerful the Merck family was and that Gregory never left home without his bodyguards. Isaac looked at Gregory, then tapped his fingers against the sofa lightly. “Beefy Bob, throw him out of here.”

“I’d like to see you try!” Gregory shouted. “Do you know who I am? If you dare to lay a finger on me, I’ll fucking… Hey, hey! Ouch! Fuck!” Before he could finish his sentence, Beefy Bob had already reached out to grab him by the hair. He instantly felt like his scalp would get ripped off, and he cried out in pain as Beefy Bob dragged him out.

A muffled crash and a pained cry rang out. Then, Beefy Bob came back inside. George’s expression morphed into one of horror and rage as he pointed at Isaac and roared, “How dare you throw Mr. Merck Jr. out of here! Do you have a death wish?”

Isaac sat back down on the sofa, looking cool as a cucumber. “Treat Ally, or I’ll smash this clinic to pieces.”