Chapter 499 A Legend In The Medical Field Yara strutted into the conference venue alongside Thomas without even looking back.
Given how famous Malcolm was, he was outraged at being held down by the shoulder like a criminal.
âLet go of me! That girl is young enough to be my granddaughter. Thereâs no way I would do something so despicable. Iâm being wrongly accused. I didnât do anything to her at all!â
Just when Malcolm was about to be brought to the police station, a mixed-race middle-aged man hurried over when he recognized Malcolm.
âWhat are you doing to Mr. Trevor? Let go of him!â
The middle-man man was the conferenceâs executive director, Zachary Kent. His unique features allowed the security guards to quickly recognize him. As a result, they obeyed his instructions and released Malcolm.
Being the elderly man that he was, Malcolm was stung by the soreness of his arms. Therefore, he rubbed them repeatedly while trying to catch his breath.
Subsequently, Zachary bowed in apology. âMr. Trevor, pardon my inhospitality. I take responsibility for what happened. After this, Iâll punish the entire batch of security guards to your satisfaction.
Malcolm was a legend in both the medical and business world and rarely appeared in public.
After the age of sixty, he turned his back on the world and lived the life of a recluse somewhere deep in the forest.
Given that Zachary had personally invited Malcolm to the conference, he was cognizant of how rare it was for Malcolm to show up.
Shaking his arms to loosen them, Malcolm didnât say a word. Naturally, Zachary grew anxious.
After giving his arm one final stretch, Malcolm suggested in an earnest tone, âZachary, the security guards must be punished severely. All right then, get them to write the word âsecurityâ ten thousand times!â
Zachary was surprised by Malcolmâs suggestion, as his initial idea of punishment was to transfer the guards who didnât know better to far-flung regions.
âMr. Trevor, what-â
âZachary, is ten thousand words too much?â Malcolm answered his own question, âIn that case, make it nine thousand. It would be pointless if they write any lesser than that.â
In truth, Malcolm didnât care whether the security guards were punished. He was only concerned about the girl that resembled his apprentice.
âZachary, I have a question.â
âMr. Trevor, go on,â Zachary asked as he lowered himself respectfully.
âHave you heard of a lady named Yara participating in tonightâs conference?â
âYes.â Zachary elaborated at once, âSheâs Yara Nichols of the Nichols family and represents Dexmed Pharmaceutical.â
Malcolm didnât respond when he realized that he had mistaken her for his apprentice.
âMr. Trevor, are you asking because youâre interested in her?â
âInterested in her?â Narrowing his gaze, Malcolm patted Zachary on the shoulder. âDespite my age and deteriorating eyesight, I havenât lost my taste at all.â
I admit it was my fault to have mistaken her for someone else, but she was extremely rude for relentlessly accusing me of molesting her. Even though Yara looks exactly the same as my favorite apprentice, both of their characters are on opposite ends.
Just when Malcolm felt disappointed that she didnât turn out to be his apprentice, a familiar voice rang out from behind him.
âOld Man.â
Feeling a burn in his nose, Malcolm turned around and was dumbstruck by what he saw.
In front of him stood an ordinary-looking girl with a voice that resembled his apprentice. However, her facial features looked different.
âMiss, have you gotten the wrong person?â Malcolm looked confused. âYou must have made a mistake when looking at me from the back.â
âOld Man, what nonsense are you talking about?â Natalie teased. âI can recognize you anywhere by your silhouette, side profile, X-ray, and CT scan.â