Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 476 - 475: Prince Abudula

Chapter 476: Chapter 475: Prince Abudula

The US$200 million would only need to be paid after the disease was cured, after all, no one would believe there was someone in the world who could treat terminal illnesses.

But there was an old saying that went, ’Treat a dead horse as though it’s alive.’ Since such a hefty price had been quoted, and it was claimed a cure for his terminal illness was possible, a man like Prince Abudula, who wasn’t short on cash, was also going to give it a try.

If US$200 million could save his life, then it would be a huge profit, especially since he was only forty-two years old!

Forty-two years old, what a great age, in the prime of his life! He was one of the Saudi princes, receiving several billion US dollars in royal dividends each year. But these billions were just a drop in the bucket to him; he had other sources of income, such as flipping oil or arms dealing. All these shady earnings were his alone.

He really hadn’t had enough of life. When he saw a pretty little girl or a little boy, his heart would skip a beat, when he saw fine wine he wanted to have a drink, when he saw a limited edition sports car he still wanted to buy one, and he still wanted to throw a clothing-optional party on his yacht.

But none of these things he could do anymore. Ever since he found out he had leukemia, he had been wasting away, his hair started to fall out, his teeth were loosening, and even the birds stopped singing.

He felt that his life had come to an end, and so now he was particularly irritable, everyone looked like a son of a ***** to him, and he wanted to kill everyone he saw.

Not long before, an arms dealer who had contacts with his butler brought him a piece of news through his butler, saying someone could cure his illness. It was a cure, not just maintenance, allowing him to continue to live a vibrant life, to continue to enjoy the good life.

The only thing was that the treatment was a bit expensive; it would cost a hundred million US dollars!

Prince Abudula, who was receiving chemotherapy in the hospital at the time, decided on the spot. It didn’t matter if it was one or even twenty billion US dollars, as long as it could cure his illness, he would take it!

Then the butler began to make arrangements, and it was ultimately decided that the doctor would treat him in Los Angeles, and he had arrived in Los Angeles well in advance.

After waiting for several days, driven by anger and nearly ready to wipe out a small Mexican gang, he finally met the doctor today, a doctor called Angel.

However, the doctor also sent a message that he had three patients and needed ten days of rest after treating each one. Thus, the patient for tomorrow would be the one who offered the highest price.

Abudula wasn’t short on funds. He was going crazy, so he simply said two billion. The other two didn’t have his deep pockets, and then he was chosen, to meet Doctor Angel tomorrow.

"Son of a *****, son of a *****," Prince Abudula cursed while he was staying in a villa in Los Angeles, surrounded by many people, including a butler, numerous bodyguards, and even a medical team. An authoritative expert in blood diseases was also by his side.

Because he wasn’t short of money, everything he used was the best.

The expert had tried many times to convince him not to believe in superstitions, not to believe that someone could cure him, because it was simply impossible. Those who claimed they could were all trying to swindle his money.

"But, I haven’t given him the money. He also said, no cure, no charge. Then he would charge only if cured, right? It seems fair to me!" Abudula said, sitting in the garden of the villa, basking in the sun. Although he was only in his forties, he looked about sixty, with very little hair left, looking both thin and old.

And he felt very cold, needing a blanket over him.

"You’ve already undergone two bone marrow transplants, I’m afraid the risk is too great!" the expert said, standing in front of him.

"What can I do in this condition? I can’t even stand up. Didn’t you say I had only a little over sixty days left? Rather than suffer for another sixty or so days, if he can cure me, it would be a release for me. Of course, Bryant, if I die, then kill his whole family!" Abudula said indifferently.

"Yes," Bryant, his butler, a very loyal butler, confirmed.

"The sunshine is so beautiful; I might not see it tomorrow..." Abudula’s eyes suddenly moistened—the thought of death was truly unbearable for him.

...

Indeed, the sunshine was beautiful. Even in winter, the temperature in Los Angeles averaged around twenty degrees Celsius, so after taking a walk around the estate in the morning, Yusuf Zuck felt rather good, almost as if he were in a Peach Garden paradise.

Methelin Singleton had left the night before, her life altered, so she needed to go home first to share the good news, then plan her own life anew.

Elena wasn’t staying at the estate either, because it belonged to Yusuf, and she had many matters to handle. She couldn’t always be at Yusuf’s side.

On the other hand, Maurice Singleton had become Yusuf’s butler. Yusuf’s clothing, food, living, and transportation were all managed by him.

"Boss, after thinking it over all night, I believe I should just stay by your side in the future. The business matters can be gradually handed over to your two brothers!" Maurice walked with Yusuf in the estate and suddenly proposed this idea.

Yusuf glanced at him and then laughed, "You manage it. Those two aren’t cut out for running a company, so I’ll still need your help."

"Alright then, I’ll listen to the boss!" Maurice actually posed it as a test, and Yusuf was aware of his probing.

"What time will the guests arrive?"

"They’re scheduled for eight in the morning, and our breakfast is ready." Maurice gestured to Yusuf to proceed.

"Hmm." Yusuf nodded, and upon arriving at the dining room, he indeed found a sumptuous breakfast spread out on the table—milk, bread, sausages, beef, fruits, and the like.

"Did you make all this?" Yusuf asked curiously.

"Yes, but we won’t need to do this starting tomorrow. The new maid won’t arrive until this afternoon—she’s a famous Filipino maid!" Maurice explained with a smile.

"Speaking of Filipino maids, why are they so famous?" Yusuf was curious. He had seen on TV many wealthy households employing Filipino maids. Could it possibly be that Filipinos inherently enjoy being servants and prefer that role?

Maurice explained with a smile, "Filipino maids are considered a world brand in the domestic service industry. Their fame is due, first, to their relatively low wages, and second, to their professionalism. Those who work as Filipino maids are trained in specialized institutions. Of course, the large number of Filipino maids also results from the national conditions of their country. Personally, I think it’s because Filipino maids can endure hardships and take insults others can’t handle!"

"Actually, it’s a national characteristic," said Yusuf with a laugh. "Filipinos seem to have a penchant for enduring hardships."

"Boss, do you dislike Filipinos?" Maurice asked curiously.

"Dislike them? Not at all, not one bit!" Yusuf said, nodding.

As Yusuf and Maurice were having breakfast and discussing Filipino maids, a security guard at the estate ran into the dining room and began to speak rapidly to Maurice in a flurry of words!

"Boss..." Maurice began to speak, but Yusuf waved his hand and said, "I know, they’ve arrived. I’ll go change clothes. After you bring them in, direct the Prince to wait for me in the medical room. No one else is allowed in there. This guy really does seem afraid of dying; we had agreed on eight o’clock, and it’s not even seven yet." Yusuf chuckled bitterly. Abudula probably didn’t sleep all night, did he?