The Godly Supreme

8: A Good Match

"Director!" The doors of the office suddenly burst open, alarming the middle-aged man pacing to and fro.

"Tell me. Is old man Huxley dead?" The medical director asked with a dreadful expression.

Without allowing the doctor who had just come in to speak, he sighed, "I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. It was no use inviting the divine doctor. Aiyo—"

"Sir, I have not come to tell you that," The doctor immediately interrupted him. "The old man is alive."

"What?!" The medical director's head snapped up in astonishment. "What did you just say? The last test results showed he had less than fifteen hours to live."

"The old man is alive, sir. It's a miracle... But the young master wants you to come and perform a routine check-up on him."

The medical director's eyes widened. "What technique did the divine doctor use this time? He managed to save—"

"No... No sir, it wasn't the divine doctor that saved the old man," The doctor itched his hair with an embarrassed expression. "It was someone else."

"Who was it?" The medical director was puzzled and curious but to his disappointment, the doctor shrugged, "We don't know who he was."

The medical director was speechless. ''How could you allow an unauthorized person to take over the treatment? This is completely unethical!'"

The doctor rubbed his nose as his embarrassment deepened. In a bid to save himself, he immediately reminded the director, "Sir, the young master demands your presence immediately."

"Right," The medical director picked up a stethoscope from the table and some other tools. "But this discussion is not over."

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Meanwhile, within the walls of the magnificent Beaumont family's home, a couple was entwined in a passionate embrace. The man, Elliot, was proactive, his lips seeking hers fiercely as his hands moved to unfasten her blouse.

But just as the moment began to escalate, he pulled back with a sigh, his brows furrowed in concern. "Lydia, what's wrong?" He asked softly, his fingers stroking her hair with a touch of affection. "You have been... moody."

When Lydia didn't speak, Elliot frowned. "Is this because of him?"

"Elliot," Lydia finally spoke up. She threw her hands around him and hugged him tightly. "Isabella and I told everyone that we don't know anything about his whereabouts but I'm still worried. What if someone finds out?"

"Shhhh," Elliot hushed her and kissed her softly. Pulling back, he assured her, "We haven't heard anything news since we got rid of him. His body has probably been feasted on. Relax... I told you I would take care of it, didn't I?"

Lydia sighed and burrowed into his embrace. "I know... It's just... Never mind."

Elliot reached into his pocket and brought out something that would brighten her mood. "This is for you."

Lydia looked up and her eyes widened when she saw the black card in his hands. "No way."

Elliot grinned smugly and handed over the black card to her. "It's all for you, darling."

“Oh my God, Elliot! How did you know I’ve been dreaming of getting this premium black card? Thank you!” Lydia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she threw herself into his arms once more.

Elliot laughed but before he could respond, the doors swung open and some people walked in. The couple scrambled apart and bolted upright immediately.

"Father... Mother... Grandmother, you didn't send a message that you would be returning today," Lydia laughed nervously as she instinctively stepped away from Elliot and kept a distance from him.

Right from the moment they walked into the sitting room, Grandmother Beaumont's expression had darkened. Her penetrating gaze and frown made Elliot slightly uncomfortable.

"Lydia, who is this?"

"Grandma," Lydia was nervous but quickly introduced Elliot. "This is my friend, Elliot Lancaster. He is also an important partner with our company."

Elliot Lancaster of the Lancaster's Group? The eyes of the three elderly people widened in surprise. However, their son-in-law had gone missing a short while ago. It is unknown if he is still alive or dead.

His wife shouldn't be caught in another man's embrace. It would cause a scandal if the news were to spread. So grandmother Beaumont opened her mouth to speak when someone beat her to it.

"So this is the famous, promising heir of the Lancaster's family. We apologize for not recognizing you sooner," Hannah Beaumont walked up to Elliot with a welcoming smile. "Please have your seat. Lydia, have you given him something to eat or drink?"

Everyone was surprised by her attitude including Elliot. But he knew his place and not to overstep his boundaries so he quickly shook his head, "Ah, no... I was just about to leave."

"What? Are you leaving because of us?"

"No ma'am. There is an important issue I have to handle at the company."

"What a hard working man," Hannah was full of praises. "Don't work too hard and take care of your health otherwise your girlfriend might wear herself out with worry."

Elliot laughed at her words and quickly debunked her thoughts. "I'm not married yet. I am still searching for a good match."

Hearing this, Hannah's eyes lit up and she clapped delightfully. "Tell me, Elliot. What do you think of my daughter? Do you have feelings for her?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Lydia immediately interrupted the conversation with a frown. "We are just friends."

Turning to Elliot, she asked, "Weren't you leaving? Come, I'll walk you out."

Without giving anyone any chance to speak, she directly pulled Elliot out. Although she was romantically involved with him, her mother's attitude was making her uncomfortable.

Once the children left, grandmother Beaumont shot a cold glare at her daughter-in-law, "Hannah, what was that all about?"

"Hannah, why were you trying to please that man?" her husband also questioned, his tone sharp with disapproval. "You know very well our daughter is married, yet you eagerly asked him if he has feelings for her. Just what were you trying to achieve?"

He crossed his arms, his displeasure evident as he waited for her response.