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Just then, Marcus Jensen walked in.

The second master and others saw him, their faces involuntarily darkened.

Although they were relatives, Marcus Jensen was taciturn and had an unreasonable wife, so the Jensen Family basically showed no kindness towards him.

Especially since Greg Jensen had often been unable to get enough to eat while staying at their home, the Jensen Family was particularly indignant about this.

Marcus Jensen knew what their attitude towards him was, but thinking of his wife’s instructions, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say,

“Freya, Gillian wants me to talk to you to see if our family could also get a share.”

“No way, anyone can join, but not you!”

“Indeed, as long as Gillian Lampe is there, it’s impossible to let your family buy in.”

Before Lindsey Wolfe could respond, the Jensen Family members already made it clear they would not agree.

With Gillian Lampe’s character, if she really got a share, she might cause some disaster, and then everyone would suffer because of her.

Lindsey Wolfe frowned and said, “Big brother Marcus, you see, the opinions of everyone here are my opinions as well. You go back and tell Gillian Lampe that it’s not up for discussion.”

“This…”

Marcus Jensen involuntarily glanced at Greg Jensen standing beside him.

However, Greg Jensen just had a silly grin on his face, completely ignoring his hint.

Seeing this, Marcus Jensen suddenly felt that Gillian Lampe might be overthinking things.

Greg was just a fool, what could he possibly contribute?

He sighed and quietly turned to leave.

Greg Jensen watched his figure leaving, the smile slowly fading from his face.

This uncle was kind of okay to him, but Gillian Lampe was truly disgusting; they definitely could not let them buy in.

However, if he became rich in the future, he could help improve their life a bit.

Resigned, Marcus Jensen returned home.

Gillian Lampe saw his expression, that of someone who had encountered death, and knew that he had failed to accomplish the task.

“Didn’t manage it?”

“Mhm.”

Gillian Lampe’s face turned cold, and she frowned, saying, “Didn’t I tell you to talk to Greg?”

“Greg is a fool, what could he possibly handle?” Marcus Jensen said impatiently.

Gillian Lampe’s anger flared up immediately as she shouted, “Useless man, what can you even do? You can’t even accomplish such a small task!”

Marcus Jensen was already annoyed and couldn’t help retorting, “If you can do it, then you go do it!”

“Marcus Jensen, you’ve learned to talk back to me now, have you?”

“Is it about talking back? Initially, when she came to you to partner up, you were afraid of losing money and drove them away.

Now that you see them making money, you want to buy in? How could they possibly agree?”

Marcus Jensen sighed and said resignedly, “I’ll tell you this, the Jensen Family are all scared of you. They’re afraid just hearing your name.

If you had agreed when Lindsey Wolfe came to you back then, maybe you could have got a share. But now, it’s completely impossible.

You can’t even get past the Jensen Family’s opposition, unless Lindsey Wolfe herself speaks up; otherwise, no one else’s words will have any effect.”

Gillian Lampe’s face looked terribly ugly as she furiously cursed, “This bunch of blind fools! Is buying a share such a big deal that they need to target me like this? These sons of bitches…”

Marcus Jensen was long used to this, letting her stand in the yard and curse wildly, while he sat quietly to the side, smoking.

After a while, Gillian Lampe, tired from cursing, sat huffing and puffing, a feeling of annoyance welling up inside her.

Regretting the past!

If she had not refused back then, she too could be making money with Lindsey Wolfe right now.

Late at night, Old Liu’s house was brightly lit.

Big Liu sat on the sofa in the living room, glancing at the door from time to time as if he was waiting for someone.

His lover Janice Lampe asked, “Dear, who are you waiting for?”

Big Liu replied irritably, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t, just get to the bedroom, and don’t you come out unless I say so.”

“But…”

“Nobuts, just go!”

Janice Lampe didn’t dare to say more and quickly got up and returned to the bedroom.

Big Liu glanced at his watch again and sighed helplessly, it seemed that Greg Jensen wasn’t going to come today.

Earlier that day in front of the vegetable store, Big Liu already noticed Greg

Jensen obviously didn’t want others to know his business.

Therefore, not only did Big Liu not expose him, but he even helped with the act, not daring to approach Greg Jensen proactively.

Better to do less than to do wrong.

If he angered Greg Jensen, he feared he would have to endure the heart-eating pain of ants once more.

That living death was something Big Liu truly didn’t want to experience even once.

It was precisely because of this, he believed Greg Jensen would definitely come to see him tonight, at least to give himself a chance to show loyalty, right?

As Big Liu thought this, he looked at his watch once more.

Just when he thought Greg Jensen wouldn’t come tonight, suddenly there were footsteps outside the door.

The steps weren’t light or heavy but were very steady, carrying an indescribable oppression.

Big Liu sprang to his feet, wanting to go out yet feeling it was inappropriate, but not going out to greet the visitor seemed a bit disrespectful.

Caught in his dilemma, a young figure walked in from outside.

“Mr. Jensen… Mr. Jensen, you’ve come…”

For some reason, Big Liu, who had roughed it out on the streets for more than a decade, felt somewhat nervous in front of this young man in his twenties.

Greg Jensen nodded silently and settled himself on the sofa, legs crossed, and said indifferently, “Sit.”

“Yes, thank you, Mr. Jensen.”

Big Liu gingerly sat down, but didn’t dare to sit back fully, just perching on the edge of the sofa.

Greg Jensen looked at him with a hint of scorn and asked, “Have you tasted that kind of flavor?”

Big Liu shivered and hurriedly replied, “I have tasted it. From now on, I am a dog at your side, Mr. Jensen.

If you tell me to go west, I definitely won’t go east. If you tell me to chase a dog,

I definitely won’t scare away chickens…”

“Heh, you do know what’s good for you,” Greg Jensen scoffed.

Big Liu gave a sly smile, brazenly saying, “I’ve managed to get by until now by being shameless. If you don’t like it, I can change.”

“It’s fine, no need to change. It’s quite good the way it is.”

“That’s good then.”

Big Liu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took out a bank card, pushing it towards Greg Jensen, and said softly,

“Mr. Jensen, here is three million. All my cash is here.

In addition, there’s a factory, a few cars, and this house in front of us. Please give me some time, and after I sell these, I will bring the money over to you.” Greg Jensen’s eyes brightened. After a moment of contemplation, he pushed the bank card back and said indifferently,

“Transfer the money to my card, but you don’t need to transfer all of it. Keep one million for yourself.”

“Yes, Mr. Jensen.”

Big Liu felt secretly delighted. He had thought that Greg Jensen would definitely take all his assets, but to his surprise, he only wanted two million and didn’t even ask for the house or factory.

This meant that Greg Jensen was not a greedy person.

Being with such a person, even if one couldn’t share in the meat, there would at least be some soup to drink.

That’s why Big Liu was even more determined to cling to the coattails of someone more powerful.

“The factory, house, and cars can stay with me for now. Whenever you need them, Mr. Jensen, just say the word, and I’ll hand them over at once.”