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“That’s right, pick on my brother and think you can run? Try running, I dare you.”

Bryce Cooke sauntered in with a stride that bore no recognition of kinship and asked casually, “Bruno, who was picking on you just now?”

“Bro Bryce, it was this kid.”

“Aiden, you dare to bully my brother, today even if the King of Heaven comes…”

Bryce turned his head in the direction pointed out and was instantly dumbfounded- -he saw Greg Jensen grinning at him, his smile filled with mockery.

Bruno, with a face full of excitement, completely failed to notice the green tint on Bryce’s face, and continued:

“I just asked my daughter for living expenses, and this kid hit me without a word. Not only does he need a good lesson today, but I also have to get some medical fees out of him.

Of course, I’ll leave that money for my brothers to drink…”

At that moment, Bryce Cooke suddenly raised his hand, swung his arm in a full circle, and fiercely hit Bruno’s face.

Smack!

Bruno felt his head buzz, his brain went blank from the slap, and it took him a good while to come back to his senses.

He looked at Bryce in disbelief and stammered, “Bro Bryce, why… why did you hit me?”

“Aiden, if you want to die, don’t drag me down with you! How dare you mess with Mr. Greg, do you have a death wish?”

Bryce continued to curse while using all his strength, lacking Bruno frantically.

Last time at the fruit and vegetable supermarket entrance, he had promised Greg he would never behave like a tyrant again.

Greg had even specifically warned him if he saw him doing wrong again, he would be hit every time they met.

And now, not long after that, he had been caught red-handed by Greg.

His luck was truly terrible.

All he could hope for now was that Greg, seeing how hard he was trying to deal with Bruno, would be willing to forgive him.

As long as Mr. Greg forgave him, he was willing to do anything he asked.

Bryce gave Bruno a harsh lecture before turning to Greg with an ingratiating smile, “Mr. Greg, it was all a misunderstanding…”

Greg responded indifferently, “A misunderstanding? Do you think I should believe you?”

Thump!

Bryce knelt on the ground without a word, his voice quivering, “Mr. Greg, it really was a misunderstanding.

Before coming here, I had no idea that the person this kid had offended was you.”

Seeing this scene, Clara Adams was completely dumbfounded. Just a moment ago, she had been worried Greg would be at a disadvantage, and then the other party knelt down just like that.

What was going on?

As she watched Greg sitting there calmly, stars began to twinkle in her eyes.

Handsome and wealthy, and even more, he had such capability.

Most importantly, he brought her a sense of security she hadn’t felt in a while.

“You weren’t scared, were you?” Greg asked, turning his head.

Clara instinctively shook her head. She felt his eyes were full of tenderness, and she couldn’t help but be enchanted, her heart fluttering like it housed a small deer.

Greg nodded and, looking coldly at Bryce, frowned and said, “Get lost. If I see you causing trouble again next time, you know the consequences.”

“Of course, Mr. Greg, I’ll get lost right away.”

“Take this piece of garbage with you, too. If he dares to harass Miss Clara again, I’ll come after you.”

He harasses Miss Clara, why come after me?

Bryce, full of grievances, dared not talk back and quickly scrambled to his feet, ordering his subordinates:

“Come here, take this son of a b**** away for me. Today, I will let him know why the flowers are so red.”

“Bryce Cooke, I…”

Bruno Barnett went pale with fright and hurriedly looked towards Clara Adams, pleading, “Clara, Dad was wrong, please talk to them…”

“Who’s your daddy?” Greg Jensen’s face darkened again.

Slap!

Bruno Barnett slapped himself, “I misspoke. You are my daddy.”

After that, he looked towards Clara Adams again, pleading, “Clara, tell them, I promise I’ll never bother you again.”

Clara Adams frowned deeply, hesitated for a long time, and then turned to Greg Jensen, softly saying, “Mr. Jensen, maybe… let’s just let it go, as long as he doesn’t bother me again.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen nodded and told Bryce Cooke, “Take him away.”

“Alright, Mr. Jensen.”

Bryce Cooke immediately understood his intention, waved his hand, and immediately two men came over, dragging Bruno Barnett out.

“Clara, quickly tell them…”

Bruno Barnett screamed in terror.

Clara Adams had no choice but to look towards Greg Jensen again.

Greg Jensen laughed and said, “People like him need to be taught a lesson, otherwise they’ll still be trouble in the future. Don’t worry, no lives will be lost.”

“Thank you.”

Clara Adams breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a sweet smile.

Greg Jensen smiled too and bent down to continue carving.

Under the enhancement of True Qi, the Engraving knife was like cheating, continuing its dance on the Jade Stone.

Before long, a series of complex lines began to emerge on it.

Clara Adams, curious, wanted to see what he was carving. She looked down but suddenly felt dizzy and her body involuntarily fell backward.

Greg Jensen, with his quick reflexes, immediately caught her arm and felt that her slender arm was just like the unblemished token in his hand, smooth and tender as jade to the touch.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine…”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “It’s not finished yet, you can’t look now.”

The Heart Clearing Symbol at this stage, before it is finished, is just a bunch of complex lines.

Those without cultivation who see it may experience a light headache and dizziness, and in more severe cases, might even faint.

Clara Adams’s body was too weak. If Greg Jensen hadn’t acted in time, she indeed might have fainted.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out a Qi and Blood pill from his bag, used the Engraving knife to scrape off some powder, and sprinkled it into the teacup.

Hot tea poured over it, and the rich fragrance immediately wafted down.

Clara Adams’s eyes brightened, surprised, “Wow, that smells wonderful.”

“Drink it, this is good stuff.”

“Oh, alright.”

Clara Adams picked up the cup, sniffed it, and then drank it down.

She felt the lingering taste on her lips and teeth, with the scent of the tea enriched by a subtle fragrance of herbs. In the warm tea, there was a cool essence that instantly spread throughout her body.

“You really drank it?”

“All, should I not have?”

Clara Adams looked at Greg Jensen, somewhat bewildered.

“Aren’t you afraid it might be poisoned?”

“All, was it poisoned?”

Clara Adams was stunned, as if bitten by a venomous snake, and hastily threw the cup on the table.