Chapter 152: Chapter 152 - 152 Familiar yet Strange _1

Spencer Burley said, “If you ask me, you should still ask Greg. He seems like someone who knows what to do, and even if he doesn’t know how to assess stones, what if he has friends who do?”

Adrian Wright thought it made sense; nobody in their own circle knew such people. It seemed that, apart from asking Greg Jensen, there was no other option.

With that in mind, he made a call to Greg Jensen.

When Greg saw the call from Adrian, he was momentarily startled, thinking the

latter had found a house so quickly and hurriedly answered.

Adrian didn’t beat around the bush and directly shared the difficulties he was facing.

Greg was first taken aback, then he burst out laughing and said, “No problem,

I’ll come over and take a look. When it comes to Jade Stone, I know a thing or

two.”

“Uh, thanks in advance, big brother Greg.”

“Ha-ha, you just said there’s no need for such formalities,” Greg chided

playfully.

Adrian smiled and replied, “Alright, I won’t stand on ceremony then.”

After hanging up the phone, Adrian took a deep breath, but there was no hint of joy on his face.

Spencer Burley quickly asked, “Adrian, what did big brother Greg say?”

“Big brother Greg agreed to come over tomorrow. He happens to be looking for

a house around here as well.”

“That’s great, with big brother Greg here, we don’t have to worry!”

Spencer Burley, somewhat puzzled by Adrian’s demeanor, said unhappily,

“Hey, Greg agreed to help, so why the long face? Who are you trying to impress?”

Adrian looked at him as if he were looking at a fool and said speechlessly, “Greg agreed because he doesn’t have friends who can assess stones.

He’s coming over just to be present, to look around and show he’s tried. You don’t really think Greg understands Jade, do you?”

“Uh…”

At this, Spencer Burley was suddenly at a loss for words, slumped onto the sofa like a deflated ball, and exclaimed angrily, “The heavens are against me!

Elsewhere, after hanging up the phone, Greg Jensen said to Lois Abbott, “Adrian has something he needs help with. I’m planning to go to Jamae City for a few days tomorrow and look for a suitable house while I’m there.”

“Okay, just be careful out there.”

“I will.”

At night, upon learning that Greg was going to leave again, Lois’s sister, Lois Snow, started to act coquettishly.

Seizing the moment Lois went to the kitchen, she clung to Greg and wouldn’t

let go.

Greg, sweating profusely on his forehead, whispered, “You better get down before your sister sees you.”

“I won’t, unless you give me a kiss.”

Lois Snow looked at Greg with a mischievous smile and refused to come down. Greg, feeling helpless, wanted to pull her down but was careful not to hurt her. As he was caught in this dilemma, footsteps suddenly sounded, and Lois Snow, like a little monkey, quickly jumped down.

Lois looked at Lois Snow and then at Greg, and said, “It’s getting late, better go to sleep. Aren’t you going to Jamae City tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Greg nodded somewhat guiltily and returned to his room.

Lois turned to her sister and said, “Can’t you be a bit more reserved?”

“Wasn’t it you who told me to get closer to brother Greg?” retorted Lois Snow nonchalantly.

Lois, frustrated, knocked her sister on the head and scolded, “I told you to get closer to him, not to throw yourself at him!

If you’re not reserved now, your future brother-in-law won’t know how to cherish you, get it?”

“Got it, got it, any more knocking and you’ll knock me senseless.

Lois Snow rubbed her forehead and ran back to her own room.

Lois Abbott let out a helpless sigh. At the beginning, she really thought of getting her sister to bond with Greg Jensen.

But when Summer actually stuck close to Greg, she felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy.

“Sigh, let nature take its course.”

When Lois thought about how she would have to part ways with Greg tomorrow, she couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, put on a smile, and walked into the master bedroom.

A moment later, the soft murmur of voices began to rise.

That night, Greg felt the moon was exceptionally round and bright, its serene glow gently spilling everywhere, making his whole body feel comfortable, even the circulation of his True Qi was full of vitality.

About two hours later, Greg walked out of the room feeling refreshed, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat down on the balcony, gazing out at the moonlight in a daze.

Soft footsteps approached and a delicate arm encircled his neck from behind, a sweet and muffled voice accompanied by wisps of warm breath whispered: “Brother, sister won’t let me do bad things with you.

Greg’s body stiffened and a line of exasperation appeared on his forehead as he said helplessly, “That’s right, you’re still so young, what are you thinking about all the time?”

Summer turned around and sat on Greg’s lap, her arms embracing his neck again, her voice filled with grievance, “But… I also want to…”

“No, you don’t want to.”

The way she was clinging to him made Greg restless and he quickly stood up, placed her on the sofa and said, “I’m going to sleep now, I have to get up early tomorrow.”

After saying that, he hurried back to his room in a panic.

“What the heck, he ran off again, really is…”

Summer stamped her foot and huffed back to her own room.

Since this trip to Jamae was just a preliminary visit and considering that Kingsley Harrison’s father’s condition had just stabilized, Greg did not bring him along.

Jamae City wasn’t too far from Riverhaven County, but it wasn’t too close either; it took about an hour and a half by car to get there.

Greg had attended university in Jamae City and was very familiar with it. As he entered the city limits, he slowed down his car.

Driving forward while admiring the familiar yet strange scenery on both sides of the road.

Three years had passed, and he had gone from a university student to the village idiot, and then from an idiot to a Cultivator existing in this world. Finally, today, three years later, he was back in this heartbreaking city.

Even now, it all felt like a dream to him.

Bang!

A violent collision and a loud noise brought Greg back to his senses.

He looked up and frowned at what he saw.

A white Volkswagen CC was positioned across the front of his car, its side caved in from the impact.

A woman got out of the car, saw her damaged vehicle, and immediately began cursing, “What were you thinking driving a car? Are you blind? Just crashing into it like that?”

Greg got out of the car, examined the front of his own vehicle, and looked at the other car, saying in surprise, “Did you turn out from the right?

“No duh, if I hadn’t come from the right side, do you think I fell from the sky?” The driver of the CC was a fashionably dressed young girl, who seemed to be around twenty years old, with an angry look on her face as she yelled at Greg: “Are your eyes just for show? Couldn’t you see a car as big as mine turning out from the side?”

Greg, trying to be patient, said firmly, “Turners yield to straight-on traffic, understand?”

The girl retorted angrily, “Yield to your grandpa, I turned my car out and you didn’t give way, and you still expect me to yield to you?”

Greg frowned and continued, “It doesn’t matter whether you’ve turned or not, you have to yield to the vehicles in the straight lane.

In other words, you should turn when there are no cars behind you, can you understand that?