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Greg Jensen didn’t react immediately, looking bewildered, “What’s ‘not okay¹?”

“You know, that thing.”

Lois Abbott’s face was red, but her eyes betrayed a sly sparkle.

Caught off guard, Greg’s own face turned slightly embarrassed, as he teased,

“What would you know, you little brat?”

“How could I not know? I haven’t eaten pork, but I’ve seen pigs run.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, your sister… your sister is fine.

Lois Abbott blinked, feigning ignorance, “Is that so? But why did I hear my sister telling you to come find me?”

“Ah, you heard that too?”

In reality, with Greg’s current abilities, he naturally knew everything that was happening on the other side of the wall, but he had not expected Lois to have overheard that as well.

“I heard it by accident. You wouldn’t dislike me because of that, would you? If

you don’t like me, then I might as well leave.”

Lois stood up with a look of grievance on her face.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly tripped over something, crying out in pain, “Ouch,” and involuntarily falling into Greg’s arms.

“Are you okay?”

Greg was taken aback, knowing a twisted ankle could be minor or serious; a light injury might just be a sprain, but a more significant one could lead to a fracture.

It could be a ligament strain or even a broken bone.

Lois sat in his arms, gently twisting her ankle and shaking her delicate little foot, frowning, “Ouch, it still seems to hurt.”

She looked up, her big watery eyes filling with mists of grievance, “Brother, it hurts…”

“Then let me massage it for you,” he offered.

“Okay!”

Lois instantly smiled happily.

Without further thought, Greg picked her up and gently placed her on the sofa.

He then lifted her small foot onto his lap and started to tenderly massage it.

Lois’s skin was soft like a baby’s, delicate enough to break at the blow of a breath; it was slippery in his hand, making him instinctively ease his grip.

“Brother, what’s the matter?” she asked.

Lois leaned against his shoulder, pouting and looking at him; her lips were slightly parted, exhaling a warm breath scented with a faint fragrance of orchids.

It brushed against Greg’s face like a soft little brush.

“Nothing… nothing,” he replied.

Greg swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and started kneading quickly.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her small foot in his hand, he quickly stood up, dropped a “I’m going back to my room to sleep,” and hurriedly left.

Lois sat on the sofa, pouting discontentedly, “Jeez, I waited for you for so long.”

After a while, she sighed, got up, and went back to the secondary bedroom.

Groping her way onto the bed, she reached out and pinched her belly twice.

Jacky Wolfe woke up with a start, saw it was Lois, immediately knocked her hand away, and said exasperatedly, “Pinch your own.”

“No thanks, mine aren’t as soft as yours!”

“Take your hand away, or I’m going to call for help.”

“Call for help! Even if you scream your throat raw, no one will come to your rescue.”

“You little devil, I… I’ll fight you.”

Two girls frolicked on the bed until they were tired and crazy, and then they fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, by the time they got up, Greg Jensen and Lois Abbott had already left to house-hunt.

The vegetable fields in the village were already being sown and nurtured, so they needed to get the vegetable supermarket up and running to build a reputation sooner rather than later; otherwise, by the time the fields were ready to harvest, they might have to watch the vegetables rot in the fields.

Lois Abbott saw many houses, but the most suitable one was located on the first floor of a shop in Riverhaven Square.

The stores in Riverhaven Square were generally rented out, but this one had been sold privately.

It was said that the owner had originally planned to do digital retailing, but there had been a debt dispute with someone, and so the business never took off.

Greg Jensen and Lois Abbott arrived at the shop, where an old Santana was parked at the door, next to which stood a chubby middle-aged man.

Seeing the two of them, the middle-aged man immediately came forward smiling and asked, “Are you two here to look at the place? Let me introduce myself, I’m the owner of this shop, my name is Brady Simmons.”

“Hello, Mr. Simmons, I’m Lois Abbott, who spoke to you on the phone.

After introducing themselves, they entered the shop.

The shop was spacious, with a floor space of 1,700 square meters and a usable area of about 1,500.

The interior was fully equipped with fire safety facilities, and the basic infrastructure, such as water, electricity, and floor tiles, was already in place.

In other words, all that was needed were some simple decorations to open for business.

After touring the place, Brady Simmons asked, “What do you two think of the space?”

Lois Abbott looked at Greg Jensen, and after exchanging glances, they both felt very satisfied.

Greg Jensen asked, “Mr. Simmons, the place is really nice, it’s just the price…” “One million, just one million, and we can go to the real estate bureau to transfer the property right now.”

“One million?”

Greg Jensen and Lois Abbott were both stunned at the same time, not because the price was too high, but because it was too low.

In Riverhaven County, where the economy was not good, property prices were naturally not high, but this shop not only had a large area, its location was also very good.

The price for a shop on this level would at least be between one and two million. Add the basic interior decoration, and that would be another expense.

All in all, the whole place couldn’t go for less than two three to four hundred thousand.

That Brady Simmons could offer for half the price from the start was astounding for Greg Jensen and Lois Abbott.

Brady Simmons seemed to notice their doubt and explained, “I’ll be honest with you, I’ve offended someone and I can’t go on with this shop in my hands.

I don’t want to continue with it either; I just want to transfer the shop quickly, take the money and move to another city to continue living.

Lois Abbott frowned slightly and asked, “Mr. Simmons, may I ask who exactly you have offended?”

Brady Simmons’s face showed a hint of difficulty as he sighed, “Well, there’s no harm telling you. You’d find out sooner or later anyway. The person I’ve offended is Kenny Walker.”

“Kenny Walker?”

Upon hearing this name, Lois Abbott’s complexion changed immediately. Seeing her reaction, Greg Jensen couldn’t help feeling puzzled and asked, “Iris, do you know Kenny Walker?”

Lois Abbott glanced at him and sighed, “Greg, let’s not go for this shop.” “Why not? Is Kenny Walker that formidable?” asked Greg Jensen, puzzled. Lois Abbott gently shook her head and said, “The shop cannot be taken for whatever reason. Let’s go look at others.”

Greg Jensen became anxious and asked, “What exactly is going on, can you explain clearly?”

“Let me explain.”

Brady Simmons sighed and laid out Kenny Walker’s background and how he had offended the individual, sparing no detail.