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Kenny Walker’s venues were almost all smashed by Norman Holmes the Second.

Before dealing with Norman Holmes the Second, Friend’s Supermarket was his only source of income, HE had no choice but to take it seriously.

“Have you contacted Master Wu?” Kenny Walker turned his head and looked at Wayne Cooper.

Wayne Cooper hurriedly said, “I’ve called him already. He’s said he went out to attend some conference and won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Okay, keep an eye on it and let me know once he’s back.”

“Alright, boss.”

Wayne Cooper sneaked a look at Kenny Walker, his heart couldn’t help but feel a chill, decades of friendship, given up just like that.

Is this man truly worthy of my loyalty?

As Greg Jensen had predicted, the sales at the fruit and vegetable supermarket slightly dipped in the morning, but rose back up in the afternoon.

Lois Abbott finally relaxed, and began to lead the newly recruited villagers from Peach Blossom Village into the internal training of the fruit and vegetable supermarket.

Amber Hall also came along this time; she had always helped Lindsey Wolfe at the store and had a wealth of experience, so she volunteered to manage the operations of the four stores.

According to her, it was to help alleviate some of Lindsey’s stress, but Greg felt that this woman was certainly just lonely.

Since all the employees of the four stores were from Peach Blossom Village, having Amber Hall to manage and coordinate was also more convenient.

Therefore, both Lois Abbott and Lindsey Wolfe had no objections to this, and they even gave her some shares, which made Amber Hall extremely happy.

She would occasionally send Greg a wink with a flirtatious look in her eyes, and a hint of excitement as well.

Seeing this, Greg found an excuse to head back to his office.

He feared that if he stayed longer, Amber Hall might do something unpredictable.

After all, she was a woman who could go crazy for a bite of meat.

Just as he had settled down in the office for a while, he received a call from Evan Holmes, inviting him to a full-moon celebration.

“You’re giving me such a short notice, I haven’t prepared any gifts yet,” Greg laughed.

A hearty laugh came from the phone, Norman Holmes said with a laugh, “Do we really need to be so formal with each other? The best gift would be your presence.”

“Haha, alright then, I’ll definitely be there.”

After hanging up the phone, Greg informed Lois Abbott and drove off in her car to Riverhaven Mall.

He found a Jade Shop and walked in.

“Hello, what would you like to buy?”

Inside the store was only a young female salesperson, not very tall, with a melon-seed face and big, watery eyes that always seemed to smile.

She perfectly captured the image of a girl-next-door.

She was wearing a white short-sleeved blouse on the top and a black straight mini-skirt on the bottom, paired with black stockings and those slender, straight beautiful legs that were hard not to drool over.

This professional outfit didn’t really suit her girl-next-door image, yet the contrast between the two added a seductive allure.

Greg lost focus for a moment, glanced at her name tag that read “Clara Adams” and asked with a smile, “Do you have amulets? Something on the smaller side, for a child towear.”

Clara Adams blushed under his gaze, turned her body slightly to avoid his eyes, and said, “Yes, please follow me.”

She led Greg to another counter and took out an amulet the size of a child’s palm.

Greg took it and looked it over; the piece had a nice water head, it felt slightly small in his hand, perfect for a child to wear.

“How much is it?”

“This… 18,000,1 can give you a 10% discount…”

Greg Jensen calculated in his mind, roughly sixteen thousand or so, this price couldn’t be said to be too expensive, but it wasn’t very cheap either.

Just as he was hesitating, a middle-aged man suddenly walked in from outside, staggering as he walked, and a strong smell of alcohol could be detected from a distance.

Greg Jensen frowned slightly and stepped aside to make room.

Clara Adams’s face changed dramatically, and she took a step back, looking at him with some fear and said, “You… why are you here?”

The middle-aged man snapped angrily, “Stinky girl, why do you think I’m here? Why haven’t you sent this month’s living expenses?”

Clara Adams stuttered, “I… I paid for a year of pension insurance, so I don’t have any money left. Can you wait a bit longer?”

The middle-aged man roared, “Wait my ass, you want to starve me to death? I’m your father; when you earn money, you must spend it on me!”

“You… you’re just a stepfather, and you never raised me…” Clara Adams argued.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, “So what if I’m a stepfather, am I not a father? Stop talking about that useless crap, just tell me whether you’ll give the money or not.”

Clara Adams said helplessly, “I really don’t have any money now…”

The rage on the middle-aged man’s face lessened slightly, and he sneered, “If you really don’t have money, I won’t force you. As long as you go back with me and sleep with me for a week, I won’t ask you for this month’s support money.” “You…”

Something terrible seemed to dawn on Clara Adams, her face turned instantly pale, and her small frame involuntarily shrank back as she mustered the courage to say, “You… you’re shameless!”

“Heh, I knew you were a beauty in the making, but I didn’t expect you to grow up to be even prettier than your dead mother.”

The middle-aged man, with a sleazy smile on his face, came up to the counter, “Come on, go back with me, rest assured, I will make sure you’re well taken care of.”

As he spoke, he reached out his hand towards Clara Adams’s face.

Slap!

A large hand suddenly reached out and firmly grasped his wrist.

The middle-aged man immediately became enraged, turned his head, and shouted, “Who the hell are you, trying to meddle in my family affairs? Let go!” He struggled hard a few times, but Greg Jensen’s large hand held on like a vise, turning his wrist red.

No matter how much he struggled, the large hand remained unmovable.

“Let go, or I’ll be forced to get rough with you!”

By then, Clara Adams had also composed herself, quickly ran out, and tugged at Greg Jensen’s sleeve, whispering,

“Handsome, you… you should let him go. He’s been around here for many years, and he’s got friends everywhere. If you provoke him, it’ll be big trouble.”

Hearing Clara Adams’s words, the middle-aged man became even more arrogant, sneering, “Did you hear that? Hurry up and release me, or I’ll make…”

Slap!

Before he could finish his sentence, Greg Jensen slapped him across the face.

The middle-aged man, already hollowed out by alcohol and promiscuity, was nearly sent flying by the slap, and even though Greg Jensen had already pulled his punch, it still made the man stagger.

“Motherfucker, you dare hit me? You must be tired of living, huh?”

Slap!

Greg Jensen delivered another slap, this time sending the middle-aged man crashing to the ground.

He looked down at him coldly and said in a stern voice, “You better shut up until I give you permission to speak. I don’t feel like talking to a piece of trash like you, got it?”

“I got your mother, if you’ve got the guts then kill me, or else…”

Seeing that he couldn’t overpower Greg Jensen, the middle-aged man resorted to acting shamelessly, shouting loudly while sitting on the ground like a lump of meat.

Greg Jensen was no coddling parent; he went over and delivered two kicks, sending the middle-aged man’s following words right back into his throat.