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âDonât talk nonsense; I didnât even see her.â
Greg felt a bit guilty, âI went to help Mr. Clark last night, and by the time we
finished, it was already past midnight, so 1 just slept over at their place.
âReally didnât see Taylor Ware?â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âTaylor Ware? Is she Mr. Clarkâs daughter?â
Seeing that his expression seemed genuine, Lois didnât pursue the matter further.
Observing this, Greg pounced on her with a playful grin, and after Lois put up a symbolic struggle, she let him be.
Sounds that sparked the imagination soon filled the room.
It must be said that womenâs accessories are mostly exquisitely designed, not only full of allure but also very convenient.
Looking at those few pieces of fabric, Greg remarked, âThis money was well spent.â
âLSP!â
Lois shot him a glance.
âRight, right, youâre not passionate, then Iâll leaveâ¦â
As Greg spoke, he began to get up to leave.
Lois hurriedly held onto him, her face flushed, she said, âYou⦠donât go.â
âIf I donât go, what are we going to do?â Greg looked at her with a mischievous smile.
Loisâs face blushed even more intensely, and after hesitating for a long time, too shy to speak, she eventually leaned in and kissed Greg a peck to express her inner thoughts with actions.
Seeing her coy demeanor, Greg felt a wave of satisfaction in his heart, laughed aloud, and then kissed her deeply.
It was noon before the two of them got out of bed. After bathing and eating, they were ready to leave.
Fine clothes make the man just as a good saddle makes the horse.
Greg was already very handsome, and it didnât matter when he wore cheap street stall clothing.
Now that he was dressed in the suit Lois bought him, he looked every bit as dashing as those young idols, and Lois couldnât take her eyes off him.
âOh my, the man I picked is so handsome.â
Stars twinkled in Loisâs eyes as she tiptoed and gave Greg a kiss on the lips, asking with a smile, âHow do you like the clothes I picked for you? They look pretty good, right?â
âNot bad.â
Greg was also quite pleased with his reflection in the mirror; he had noticed that ever since he started practicing the âYin Yang Harmony Scripturesâ, his appearance seemed to have improved a lot.
There wasnât a great change overall, but the subtle details were becoming more and more perfect, and there was an added touch of mystery to his aura.
Especially those eyes, so deep and pure, captivated anyone who looked into them.
The two of them lingered affectionately in the room for a while before they finally walked out of the hotel hand in hand, heading to the parking lot.
Neither of them noticed that across the street, Gillian Lampe was staring wide-eyed, her face filled with confusion as she watched Greg get into Loisâs car.
âGillian, what are you looking at?â
âDo you think that person could be Greg?â
Her companion looked in the direction she was pointing and chuckled, âIt just looks a bit like him. How could Greg possibly dress so nicely? And ride in such a nice car?â
âButâ¦â
Gillian knew her friend was right, but as she watched the sedan speeding away, her heart was still filled with doubts.
Greg had once stayed at her place for a while, and she was sure she couldnât have mistaken him.
Yet if the person from earlier truly was Greg, she herself found it hard to believe.
Just a fool, how could he possibly be here?
âGillian, letâs hurry, or weâll miss the bus.â
âYeah, letâs go.â
The two had dinner outside, and then Lois Abbott dropped Greg Jensen back at Duo Phoenix Town.
Through last nightâs Dual Cultivation, Gregâs True Qi had reached a complete state, and he was determined to break through to the third level of Qi Refinement tonight.
He walked into the vegetable shop, planning to just show his face before heading back to the village to concoct the Blood Qi Pills.
But Lindsey Wolfe grabbed his ear and dragged him into the back room immediately.
She examined Gregâs suit and frowned, âWhere have you been, not coming home all night? And where did you get that suit from?â
Greg Jensen chuckled sheepishly, âMs. Abbott bought it for me, 1 helped her catch fish, and she bought me clothes.â
âMs. Abbott?â
When Lindsey knew it was Lois Abbott who bought it, she didnât say much except to caution, âFrom now on, donât just take things from others, okay?â âUnderstood.â
âAlright, Iâm done here, you go back to the village and rest. Iâll be back there later tonight.â
Greg Jensen chuckled again and nodded.
Leaving the vegetable shop, he took a long sigh of relief and thought it was a close call.
Glancing back at the vegetable shop, he quickened his steps towards the village.
Not far behind him, a bus slowed down to a stop.
Gillian Lampe got off the bus and happened to see Gregâs retreating figure.
She was stunned again and said to her companion, âDo you see that person ahead? Isnât that Greg Jensen?â
âHey, isnât that the guy we saw at the hotel entrance? What is he doing here?â The companion was also surprised, but then laughed, âI told you it just looked like him, it definitely canât be Greg.â
After saying that, she sized up Gillian with a teasing look and jokingly said, âGillian, youâre not falling for your nephew, are you?â
âPah!â
Gillian spat and angrily retorted, âCut it out, why would I fall for a fool?â âAlthough Greg may be a bit silly, he is handsome, and those muscles, tsk tskâ¦â
âEnough, shut up!â
Gillian glared at her and, looking in the direction where Greg had gone, sank into thought again.
âThose damned bastards, why have they come again?â
âWhat did they say this time?â
âRushing us to sign the agreement, right? Damn it, theyâve wrecked all the good vegetables!â
âIf it really comes down to it, weâll just have to fight them!
Listening to the villagersâ discussion, Greg learned that Arthur Corl had brought people over again in the morning and had issued a final ultimatum to the villagers.
If they didnât sign the agreement, their houses would be demolished.
âIt seems like Brandon Brent has forgotten the pain once his wounds healed! â Greg frowned and found a deserted place to call Brandon Brent on the phone. As the call connected, a languid voice came from the other end, âYo, Mr. Jensen, whatâs up?â
Greg, with a stern face, asked, âYou said last time that as long as I cured your illness, you would take care of the scenic area issue. Why did Arthur and his people come again?â
Brandon Brent scoffed, âI said Iâd help you solve the scenic area issue, and you really believed that? Arenât you a bit too naive?â
Greg, instead of getting angry, smiled coldly, âDo you think that because your illness is cured, I canât do anything to you anymore?â
Brandon Brent laughed arrogantly, âIf you can do anything, just go ahead. If Brandon Brent is scared of you, then Iâm not a Brent!â
âFine, you said it. Remember your words, and donât come begging to me!â âBegging you? Dream on!â
Brandon responded disdainfully, âGreg Jensen, Iâm telling you, you better not let me see you in town, or Iâll beat you up every single time.â
âLetâs see if you live long enough to do that..â