Chapter 181: Chapter 181: 181:1 Hear You're Looking for Me_1

Jamae City was seething with undercurrents, but Greg Jensen acted as if it were nothing, dragging Spencer Burley and Adrian Wright to shop for daily necessities.

The moment Louisa Burley found out that Greg Jensen had rented a house, she also clamored to come along.

The three of them waited at the newly rented house for a while, and then Louisa Burley arrived with Tracy Miles in tow.

Seeing Tracy Miles had also come, Spencer Burley felt like he had a headache coming on.

“Not happy to see me here? Shall I leave?” Tracy Miles teased.

“Happy, very happy!”

Spencer Burley let out a helpless sigh and said, “Don’t you even think about leaving, if you did, my grandma would skin me alive!”

“Haha…”

Two mischievous friends couldn’t help but laugh unkindly.

Spencer Burley gave Greg Jensen a blank look and said speechlessly, “And you can even laugh about it!”

Greg Jensen laughed and said, “You should worry about yourself, my problems are really nothing.”

” What happened?” Louisa Burley hurriedly asked.

“Had a bit of a conflict with the Carter Family, but it’s nothing serious.”

Greg Jensen casually replied and then added, “Alright, let’s hurry up and go, after we’ve finished shopping I’ll treat you all to a meal, this is like a housewarming for me.”

“Exactly, Big Brother Greg must treat us to a meal,” Tracy Miles laughed and said.

“No problem, I’ll cook myself!”

“Wow, we’re in for a treat then.”

Tracy Miles’s face lit up with surprise, and Louisa Burley also showed a look of anticipation.

The group, taking Louisa Burley’s car, made a big round at the Billion Mall, buying a lot of daily necessities, as well as beef, lamb, and other ingredients, and happily returned to Wanhe Home.

The medicinal meal Greg Jensen cooked was an absolute specialty, and the other dishes, influenced by the chefs at Reverie Inn, were perfect in color, aroma, and taste, and left Spencer Burley and the others singing his praises.

After the meal, they chatted for a while, and then Louisa Burley and Tracy Miles left on their own.

Once the two girls had left, Adrian Wright asked anxiously, “Bro Greg, should we go over now?”

“Go where?”

“Aren’t we supposed to visit the Carter Family?”

Greg Jensen shook his head with a smile and said, “I can go by myself, you two don’t need to follow.”

“How can we allow that?”

Spencer Burley immediately grew anxious and said, “Aren’t we brothers? We can’t let you go alone!”

“Yeah, Bro Greg,” Adrian Wright said, “Wallace Carter is a brutal man, you might be in danger if you go alone. With the two of us by your side, it should be a bit safer.”

Greg Jensen shook his head with a smile and said, “There’s no danger; rest assured.”

Having spent so much time with Greg Jensen, Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley had developed a strong trust in his abilities, even somewhat blindly so.

Although not sure where Greg Jensen’s confidence came from, they still nodded.

Adrian Wright said, “Bro Greg, if anything happens, just call me. After all, our Wright Family has some clout in Jamae City.

Out of respect for the Wright Family, Wallace Carter probably won’t do anything to you.”

Spencer Burley followed up, saying, “Bro Greg, when you go, remember to bring some gifts; it never hurts to be generous.”

“Gifts?”

Greg Jensen chuckled lightly and said, “Indeed, I should bring some gifts.”

“Right, then we’re off.”

“Go ahead.”

Greg Jensen sent the two out the door and, seeing that it was still early, went back to his bedroom to rest.

He slept deeply until he woke up again, and by then it was past midnight.

He glanced at the time, stretched lazily, and then got out of bed to wash up and drove to the address he had received from Adrian Wright.

The Carter Family villa’s living room was suffused with an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Wallace Carter sat on the sofa, his face dark and brooding, while several subordinates stood at his sides, no one daring to speak.

The ticking of the wall clock echoed through the room.

The butler said, “Boss, should we give those two families a call and ask?”

Wallace Carter turned his head, glanced at the wall clock, and scoffed, “Hmph, it’s already twelve o’clock. They clearly don’t take me seriously.”

He slowly stood up, his demeanor suddenly changing, his stern face radiating a chill as he coldly said,

“Since they don’t take me seriously, then there’s no need for any courtesies. What can the Burley and Wright Families possibly do? Do they really think I’m afraid of them?”

After speaking, he turned and walked upstairs, without looking back, he commanded, “Tomorrow, bring that young girl over first. Courtesies have been extended, now let’s go by the rules.”

“Yes, boss.”

“I’m going to sleep now; don’t disturb me unless there’s something important.”

“Yes…”

Wallace Carter returned to his room, drank a little alcohol, and finally felt a bit better, then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

It was unknown how much time had passed when he suddenly awoke with a start, a strong sense of danger causing him to sit up abruptly.

In the pitch-black room, not a sliver of light was visible.

Instinctively, he reached under his pillow where a loaded gun was hidden—an old habit he had developed over many years.

However, this time, his search came up empty!

The gun was gone!

The next second, a calm voice suddenly sounded in the room.

“Looking for this?”

Click!

The sudden brightness made Wallace Carter squint, struggling to adapt before he finally looked toward the source of the voice.

There sat a young man, leaning casually in the chair by the bed, a mocking smile on his face while he toyed with an old-fashioned pistol.

It was the very gun that had accompanied Wallace Carter for many years!

Wallace Carter took a deep breath and, struggling to maintain his composure, looked at Greg Jensen, frowning slightly as he asked, “Who are you?”

“Heh, I hear you’ve been looking for me?”

“You are… Greg Jensen?”

Wallace Carter’s face changed drastically, and he demanded in a deep voice, “How did you get in here?”

“This isn’t a bank. Does it really matter how I came in?”

Greg Jensen snorted, fiddling with the old – fashioned pistol in his hand, and sneered,

“You wanted to see me, right? So, speak up, what do you want?”

Watching the wanton smile on Greg Jensen’s face, Wallace Carter’s heart sank to the bottom.

He had built himself up from the streets and was naturally very cautious about his own safety, with three shifts of bodyguards patrolling outside whenever he slept.

Yet, despite that, Greg Jensen had managed to get in, and not one of his bodyguards had noticed anything.

In other words, if Greg Jensen had wanted to kill him, it would have been as easy as turning over his hand.

Realizing this, Wallace Carter felt a chill in his heart and was also struck by a question.

Just who had his good-for-nothing son offended?

Someone with such formidable skills?

Wallace Carter’s face was shadowed with an unresolved darkness as he looked at Greg Jensen for a long while and then suddenly laughed, standing up nonchalantly. He poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Greg Jensen.

“Mr. Jensen gracing us with his presence is truly an honor. Please forgive my poor hospitality.”

Greg Jensen took the glass, looking at Wallace Carter curiously, saying nothing.

Wallace Carter chuckled and said, “Mr. Jensen, no need to look at me like that.

If you were a powerless nobody, I’d naturally seek revenge for my son.

If you happened to be someone of significant stature, well, that would call for a different kind of treatment.”