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“Mom, what are you talking about…”

Heather Crowe was full of embarrassment, stammering, “The Camry is also nicely parked. It’s luxurious and imposing, it gives off a good impression when driven out.”

“Pff, impression my foot. I see all my colleagues driving SUVs, I want an SUV too!”

Hearing Heather’s words, Zac Crowe became as anxious as a child who was denied a toy, and irritatedly said, “If I don’t get to drive that Wrangler, I’m not going to class.”

“Oh come on, it’s such a great class, how can you not attend?”

“Do you know how many connections we pulled to get you in there? How can

you just say you’re not going to attend?”

The Crowe family was startled and quickly began to try to persuade him.

“It’s okay, you’ll drive it, just take the Wrangler later.”

Jasmine Lampe was also in a hurry, comforting her son before she coldly turned to Alfred Webb and said sternly, “Adeline, if his job is delayed because of this, I will not let this go. Just sort it out yourself.”

After saying this, she huffed, turned her head, and quietly began to comfort her

son.

Heather’s face showed bitterness, she glanced at Alfred Webb then hastily lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze again.

Alfred Webb’s face was extremely ugly, his stomach was full of fire, yet it was not good to lash out at Jasmine Lampe, his elder.

He took a deep breath and mustered a forced smile, saying, “It’s fine, it’s just a car after all. Tomorrow, let your sister go with you to buy another one, okay?

Lois Abbott was so angry her face turned ashen, just about to speak up when she saw her father give her a look.

Remembering it was her father’s birthday, she reluctantly closed her mouth.

However, just as father and daughter thought the matter had been resolved,

Zac Crowe objected again.

“I want the very one Lois has! Buying a new car needs customization and registration, and I have to go to work tomorrow-surely you don’t expect me to take the bus?”

“Okay, okay, just go to work obediently, and you can take the Wrangler later.

Seeing her son no longer talking about quitting, Jasmine Lampe seemed very pleased, as though Lois’s Wrangler belonged to their family, and directly said, “Lois, let Zac drive your car for a few days, and when the new one’s ready, we’ll give it back to you.”

“Noway!”

Lois, fuming with anger, her chest heaving said, “I’ll say it again, that car is the birthday gift my dad gave me, and none of you are going to touch it.”

“I don’t care, if I don’t get to drive it, I’m not going to work.”

Seeing Lois refuse to let him drive, Zac began to threaten to quit again.

Lois laughed out of sheer rage, pointing at Zac and said, “You do whatever you want, it’s got nothing to do with me!”

“You… I’m going to call to resign right now.”

Zac said, pulling out his phone.

“Zac, don’t be absurd…”

“Such a good job, how can you just walk away from it?”

The Crowe family became anxious and quickly moved forward to stop him.

Just then, the usually silent Asthon Crowe, with a stern face, said, “Enough!

Take Lois’s Wrangler later, Zac. This matter is settled. Let’s eat!”

This display of ‘head of the family’ immediately subdued the scene, Zac stopped the ruckus, and Jasmine Lampe and others closed their mouths.

Lois was so angry her lips trembled, and her eyes seemed like they could shoot fire.

Greg Jensen’s face was slightly cold as he said indifferently, Actually, I shouldn’t be the one to say this, but I still want to ask, you being a Crowe, what right do you have to act like the head of the Abbott family?”

The atmosphere in the private room fell into a deathly stillness instantly.

“How dare you speak to my father like that?”

Darius Crowe said with a stern face, “Adeline, is this the quality of the Abbott family? Just cutting in when an elder is speaking?”

“Bigbrother, Greg didn’t mean to…”

Alfred Webb felt somewhat frustrated too, the Crowe family indeed disgusted him, but he truly didn’t want to make Heather Crowe uncomfortable.

That’s why, for all these years, he had been yielding whenever he could, enduring if possible, to the point that the Crowe family became increasingly presumptuous.

He sighed helplessly and showed Greg an apologetic and bitter smile.

Greg, as though he had not seen it, kept staring straight at Asthon Crowe and said, “I’m asking you a question, what’s with playing dumb?

Asthon Crowe’s old face couldn’t hide his embarrassment and he stared coldly back at Greg, “What I do as my daughter’s father-in-law is none of your business.”

“Heh, it’s none of my business, huh?”

Greg let out a cold laugh, “Then, does your son’s job have anything to do with me?”

Asthon Crowe’s expression darkened and he frowned, “What do you mean by that?”

Greg said with a sneer, “Nothing much, just letting you know, your son’s job… it’s gone!”

“Ha, who do you think you are? You say my son’s job is gone, and it just vanishes? Arrogant talk!”

“Is Lois dating some kind of lunatic? How dare he say things like this?” Upon hearing Greg’s words, the Crowe family all laughed aloud, their faces unabashedly full of scorn.

Greg raised his cellphone and waved it in front of everyone, sneering, “Don’t be hasty, we’ll find out soon enough if my words mean anything.”

After saying that, he called Micah Brent and even turned on the speaker.

“Tch, such an act.”

“Exactly, putting on quite a show.”

The Crowe family was full of disdain, and Asthon Crowe’s face even displayed ridicule.

He was nearly sixty years old today, he had seen many young people like Greg who, just to win an argument, would boast wildly.

Thus, his instinct told him that Greg was just putting on an act, solely to win

Lois Abbott’s favor.

Heather, thinking of something, opened her mouth to remind him, but looking at Alfred Webb’s unpleasing face, she turned all her thoughts into a sigh.

A moment later, a hearty laugh came through the phone.

“Mr. Greg, what has prompted you to call me today?”

“Commissioner Micah, I need a little favor.”

Micah owed his life to Greg and was very grateful to him. Added to that, he felt Greg was no ordinary person and was eager to get in his good graces, so he was extremely warm in his response.

“It’s no trouble at all, just tell me what you need. If it’s within my power, I won’t refuse.”

Greg asked, “Did your Patrol Department recently recruit a patroller named Zac Crowe?”

“Zac Crowe?”

Micah tried hard to remember for a good while but still had no recollection and tentatively asked, “Mr. Greg, are you talking about a regular patroller?

If it’s a regular patroller, I’ll have to make a call to check. I don’t usually pay attention to such minor figures.”

“Fine, then make that call. And after you find out, you don’t need to let me know, just fire him.”

In Riverhaven County, being a patroller meant a prestigious position, high pay, and good benefits, with countless people each year desperately trying to squeeze in.

Yet Greg spoke of such a significant job with indifference, as if it were as simple as eating or drinking.

Micah, on the other end of the phone, was a sharp character and immediately understood Greg’s intention; without hesitation, he agreed:

“No problem, I’ll make a call right away, and get it done. I assure you by tomorrow morning when work starts, he’ll be out the door.”