Chapter 8 A Pot Of Gold

In the midst of a tense atmosphere, a booming shout broke the silence.

"You brat! Just shut up!"

George grabbed Lana's hand and stood up. "Girl, you've got guts."

Lana patted the dust off his clothes for him. "You didn't hurt yourself from that fall, did you?"

Although he was limping, he chuckled joyfully.

"I didn't hurt myself from the fall, but how did you know I wasn't paralyzed? None of those brats in my family have a clue. How did you figure it out?"

Lana shut her eyes and sniffed the air. "The scent of your ointment is so strong. It's hard not to notice!"

George was speechless.

His ointment was basically odorless and had fooled dozens of people. How could this young girl say it had a strong smell?

The others soon realized the truth through Lana and George’s conversation.

"Is the ghost from Tyler’s house his grandpa?"

"My goodness, this is impressive! How could she know that?"

"I was almost scared to death by that fat guy just now. Boss is so amazing for standing up against him."

The traffic light trio’s admiration for Lana grew in an instant.

Seeing that his father was fine, Mark quickly rushed to help him.

"Dad, you're okay?"

Mark didn’t need to say much. George had anticipated his questions. He was furious regarding this matter.

"What kind of doctor did you hire? I've already recovered and am perfectly fine. Yet he made it sound like I was on my deathbed. What's going on? Am I getting in your way if I’m alive?"

Mark was oblivious to this matter. He had no idea how the doctor he hired could be so confused.

"Even if the doctor misdiagnosed you, couldn't you have just told us?"

George snorted, "Would my uncle come visit me if I didn’t pretend to be sick?"

Everyone was speechless.

He was 84 years old this year. His uncle must be over 100 years old now.

"Dad, he's almost here. He's such a busy person. Please don't keep bothering him!"

What was going on with the people in the Sims family? One put on an act, and the other played along. Did they really manage to get a centenarian here?

But these troubles didn't concern Lana and the guys. She had lost interest as soon as she'd realized that it was just a farce.

"Mr. Sims Senior and Mr. Sims,, we’ll leave if everything's fine."

As Lana was about to leave, Mark quickly said, "Wait! Young lady!"

Lana halted her steps and looked at him in puzzlement.

Tyler took a check from his pocket and handed it to Lana. "This is your reward. Please accept it."

"This? I shouldn't be rewarded for no reason. I don’t believe what I did today deserves this reward."

Lana held the check and looked up at Mark. Her eyes were bright and filled with determination.

"Just take it."

Mark held her hand, and his tone was somewhat apologetic. "Without you, there's no telling how long it would have taken me to uncover this old man’s secret."

George thought this young lady was quite sharp-minded. He wanted to get to know her better, so he spoke up.

"That's right. Just accept it. It's what you deserve."

Indeed, Lana needed the money, but she didn't think that what she did today warranted such a substantial reward.

After a moment, Lana asked one of the household staff for a piece of paper and a pen. In no time, she handed a prescription to Mr. Sims Senior.

"Grandpa, this prescription is tailored to your current physical condition. If you trust me, follow this prescription for three months, and I guarantee you'll be healthy by then."

Lana appeared to be around the same age as Tyler. It didn’t matter if she was knowledgeable in the medical field. How could she casually write prescriptions for others? Who would be responsible if something went wrong?

Just as Mark was about to decline, George carefully folded the prescription and put it away.

"Alright, thank you, young lady. I will take good care of my health. However, may I visit you after I've recovered?"

Looking at George’s sincere look, Lana smiled and nodded. She reached out to him again and introduced herself. "Hello, Grandpa Sims, I'm Lana."

George immediately grasped her hand. "Lana, my dear friend."

Subsequently, the butler escorted Lana and the guys out of the villa.

At the villa's entrance, Lana learned more about the traffic light trio.

The one with blonde hair was Billy Henderson. He was 18 years old and was currently a senior in high school.

The guy with green hair was Luke Norton. He was in the same class as Billy.

The redhead was Kelvin Hutcherson. He had dropped out of school for many years and had met Billy and Norton at an internet cafe.

After briefly understanding their situation, Lana asked for their bank account information.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Lana glanced at the check in her hand. "We’ll each get 500 dollars."

"Really, boss? Are you going to share the reward with us?"

"We can't accept this!"

They had never imagined that Lana would be so generous.

Meanwhile, Lana thought that she wouldn’t have been able to get the reward without their help. She had to be grateful for those who helped her in need. She felt it was only fair to share the reward with them.

Lana replied casually, "This is what you deserve."

The guys felt hope bloom in their hearts. The meaning of life extended beyond just internet cafes and online games. As long as they held onto hope, there would always be a silver lining.

However, they would need a mentor with strong moral values and unwavering determination to grow. Billy fell into deep thought and made a decision.

"Boss, I don't want the 500 dollars. Can I follow you from now on?"

Kelvin and Luke chimed in as well. "Yeah, we don't need the money either. We'll follow you. We don't want to live like this anymore."

What was going on here? She hadn't managed to exorcise a ghost but had ended up with three followers instead.

"But I don't need followers!"

Billy and the others were determined. "Then we won't be your followers. Can we be your godsons instead?"

Lana was dumbfounded. She was only in her early twenties; how did she end up with three godsons around her age?

Seeing their determined faces, Lana had no choice but to compromise reluctantly.

She extended her hand once again. "I'm still quite young and don't want any godchildren. If you don't mind, let's just be friends."

The guys wiped their palms on their clothes and shook hands with Lana one after another.

"Boss, from now on, we'll stick with you."

How they addressed her probably wouldn't change anytime soon, but Lana didn't mind.

She left the Sims family's villa with the traffic light trio.

As they passed the entrance, they noticed a black car parked there. The driver had been watching them through the car window.

The guys were annoyed, convinced that this person must be lusting after their boss. Hence, the traffic light trio glared at the driver.

"What are you looking at? Be careful not to get your eyeballs gouged out."

Lana didn't stop them because she noticed the car had been parked there since they had reached the villa.

It had been here the entire time, and it seemed they had no intentions of entering. The owner of the car was most likely not a decent individual.

The driver was frightened by their fierce attitude and quickly covered his eyes before turning his face away.

Once they had left, Chris said, "Liam, it seems that lady isn't that well-mannered either. Those people are so vulgar."

Liam remained silent in the back seat. He narrowed his eyes, thinking he had seen that lady before.

At that moment, his phone rang. Liam answered, "Grandma."

Violet said, "Come back, Liam. Your troublesome nephew isn't going to die anytime soon. It's truly an eye-opener. He was playing dead all along. So ridiculous!"