Chapter 2

“Tomorrow at the community square, I’ll do the acupuncture.” Amelia calmly reminded, “Remember to soak the medicine bag. Don’t stay up late watching dramas; The lead role won’t die.”  

Recently, the elderly residents in the community have become so absorbed in a popular show that they have lost track of time.

When Amelia mentioned it, each of them looked guilty. “We—we’ll go to bed at 10 from now on.”  

In the past, no one would have imagined that these people would listen to someone like Amelia.  

Many of them had made huge contributions in the past, and their identities had been kept secret.  

The community’s Director Noah had been eagerly waiting for Amelia’s return. Now, he finally felt a sense of relief. “Dr. Cromwell, I’ve been keeping an eye on your house, making sure no one got near it.”  

“Thank you for your help.” Amelia politely thanked him and handed him some fruit.  

Director Noah accepted with a smile. “It’s no trouble at all to help Dr. Cromwell. You’re not planning to leave again, are you?” He knew he wasn’t capable of controlling these people.  

“Mm.” Amelia took the key. “I’m not leaving.”  

Director Noah happily said, “That’s good! Well, Dr. Cromwell, I’ll leave you to tidy up. If you need anything, just let me know.”  

Amelia nodded.  

After Director Noah left, she used the key to unlock the door.  

The lock was old and worn. She hadn’t thought much of it at first.  

But after unlocking the first lock, an LCD password lock appeared in front of her.  

“Would you like to enable iris recognition?”  

Amelia lazily replied, “Yes.”  

“Iris recognition in progress, please wait…”  

“Iris recognition complete.”  

“Welcome home, Master.”  

The gentlemanly electronic voice had not been activated in a long time.  

With a click, the iron gate opened automatically.  

The interior of the house was instantly bright.  

On the two-meter-high bookshelf, there were rows of traditional medicine books and bottles of ginseng soaking in jars.  

The plants by the door were mostly herbs, each one labeled.  

In the center of the living room, there was a cool black-and-red motorcycle—an extremely rare BMW War Axe.  

Amelia walked over, took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, and was about to drink and catch up on her drama shows.  

But just then, her phone, charging on the table, rang, its distinctive smart ringtone echoing.  

“Amelia the rich, wake up, take the order! Amelia the rich, wake up, take the order! Am—”  

By the third time it repeated, Amelia pressed the screen to answer. “Speak.”  

“Boss, there’s a big order in LA. Do you want it?”  

Amelia took a sip of water. “What kind of order?”  

“The richest man in New York is looking for his missing granddaughter. He says she’s in LA, easy to find. A lot of money is involved.”  

Amelia yawned. “Not interested.”  

“Wait! Boss, wait! There’s another one! One you’ll like!” The voice on the other end was especially servile. “It’s also a big order!”  

Amelia lazily rested her chin on her hand. “Tell me.”  

“The Jenkins family from New York, they’re looking for you. They’ve offered 1 million for consultation fees. They said if anyone can find you or provide a lead, there’ll be a reward. They’re really loaded!”  

“So sincere, huh?” Amelia didn’t hesitate. She lightly tapped her fingers twice on the phone. “Send me the details. I’ll take a look.”  

“Got it!”  

The next second, the floor-to-ceiling window transformed into a projection, and the information appeared.  

The Jenkins family was an ancient, prestigious family that had guarded the country for generations and had never been absent in their duties.  

In her memory, they had once lived in the *Hero Mansion*.  

In addition, the Jenkins family had sent invitations to many renowned doctors, offering a week-long consultation at the local Caesar Hotel. The goal was to see which doctor had the skills to treat the Jenkins family’s head, Master Carl Jenkins, who had been ill for years.  

As for the details of his illness, there was little information, just a note that he had been weak for many years, and the illness was not to be publicly disclosed.  

It seemed like things weren’t as simple as they appeared.  

Amelia stretched out her porcelain-white legs. “I’ll take this one.”