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“Ummm… don’t rush, I’ll go heat it up, it’ll be ready in a moment,”

Lois Abbott dropped her previous sarcastic tone, rising like a virtuous little wife to warm the food.

Greg Jensen chuckled, a smug look on his face, as he picked up his phone intent on playing a video, but suddenly noticed the little girl across from him staring at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Hmph, I don’t like you anymore,”

Iris said indignantly.

Greg Jensen laughed out loud, “Not liking me is just what I want, it suits me fine!”

“You… you’re mean!”

“Yeah, I’m mean.”

Greg Jensen smiled and picked up his phone to start browsing videos.

Seeing this, Iris couldn’t help feeling a bit aggrieved and mumbled, “Maybe… I still like you.”

“Don’t, for heaven’s sake, don’t like me,” Greg Jensen replied without even looking up.

“You…”

Iris was so angry she was about to cry, turning her head she said, “Sis, your husband is bullying me.”

Lois Abbott, just back with a plate of baked lobster, set the dish down and pressed her sister’s head with a finger, saying:

“You’ve learned to tattle now, huh? Do you think I’m deaf?”

“Ah, you’re all bullying me, I’m telling Dad,” Iris said, about to walk into the house.

Lois Abbott snorted coldly, “Come back here, eat first. How can you have the energy to tattle if you don’t eat?”

“Ah, lobster, then okay,”

Iris said, and sat back down.

“Hahaha…”

Laughter suddenly filled the dining room from Lois Abbott and Greg Jensen.

After dinner, Greg Jensen lay down in bed to rest, and after she finished tidying up, Lois Abbott also came in.

Two souls, as if starved, merged together once again.

“Iris, why do I feel like you’ve gotten stronger?”

“Hehe, I turned Dad’s office into a gym. I’ve been working out every day for over a month, naturally I’ve gotten stronger.”

“Should we go again then?”

“Okay…”

Having not seen each other for over a month, Greg Jensen missed Lois Abbott terribly, and he noticed that her figure had transformed significantly.

Before he went to Jamae City, Lois Abbott’s figure was more on the soft side, but now, every part of her body was filled with resilience.

If before she was more of a mature beauty, then now, she had added a hint more wildness to her charm.

The pent-up longing of over a month erupted in that moment.

Greg Jensen was alright, after all, Vince Cooper was there to help him, but Lois Abbott was a completely different story; she seemed like a changed person.

Previously passive, this time she took the initiative, attacking like a wolf at the sight of its prey, throwing herself into the fray with all her might.

Poor Iris next door had it rough, just after watching a video tutorial, she started listening to a music lesson, her little cheeks burning red, her whole demeanor somewhat dazed.

It wasn’t until late into the night that the room finally quieted down.

Lois Abbott once again felt the long-absent sensation of weakness, leaning on Greg Jensen’s chest, not wanting to move an inch.

Greg Jensen, on the other hand, felt quite the opposite. His spirits were high, and the pleasure brought by the strengthening of his True Qi swept away all fatigue.

In other words, in this field, he was invincible.

He spoke softly about the things that had happened since he arrived in Jamae City, deliberately omitting Vince Cooper’s matter and focusing mainly on the issues between Spencer Burley and Jaden Ford, along with the progress at Dreamscape Garden.

By the time he was almost finished, he suddenly realized that the woman in his arms had fallen asleep.

He smiled gently, covered her with the blanket, and then walked out of the room barefoot.

After pouring himself a glass of wine in the living room, he lay down on the recliner and gazed at the moonlight outside the window, lost in thought.

Considering his current pace of cultivation, even in the ancient times abundant with Spiritual Energy, it wouldn’t have been considered slow.

But Greg Jensen still felt somewhat dissatisfied.

Because he knew that if he had enough money, his rate of cultivation should be even faster.

Take the Qi and Blood Pills he had just ordered, for example: he had paid out a full 2.8 million for a month’s supply.

And his cash reserves had dropped from over 10 million to 7.5 million.

To achieve freedom with his Qi and Blood Pills, he needed to make at least 2.8 million a month.

2.8 million a month meant more than 30 million a year, and that didn’t even account for regular expenses like food, drinks, and socializing.

When all was tallied up, it was a minimum of 40 million a year, and that’s without any major purchases.

“Forty million a year?”

As Greg Jensen watched the moonlight, a wry smile emerged on his face, “Before, I worried about a few thousand bucks, and now I’m thinking about how to make tens of millions.

Life really is full of wonders!”

In the following days, Greg Jensen stayed by Lois Abbott’s side, finally making up for the month and more they had lost.

Greg Jensen suddenly realized that Lois Abbott’s demeanor was beginning to change.

If before she was a slightly shy girl, then after his extended nurturing, Lois Abbott had become a ripe and enticing young wife.

Her cheeks glowed with a rosy light, brimming with charm, a mere smile or frown enough to plunge one into the abyss.

And Lois Abbott became increasingly inseparable from Greg Jensen, clinging to his neck and refusing to let go when it was time to part.

“Come see me when you have time. It’s not far, and besides, I’ll be back after a while.”

“No, who knows how many women you’ve kept out there; it’d be so awkward if I ran into them.”

Lois Abbott huffed and then said, “No matter how many women you have outside, you can’t forget about me, okay?”

As he looked at Lois Abbott’s serious expression, Greg Jensen suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and nodded emphatically, “Mhm, I promise you!”

Lois Abbott’s face changed dramatically, and she snapped angrily, “Aha, so you really do have a woman out there!”

“Ah, that… I should be going.”

Feeling utterly duped, Greg Jensen gave Lois Abbott a quick kiss on the forehead and then hurriedly drove off in his car.

Watching Greg Jensen’s retreating figure, Lois Abbott’s lips curved into a sweet smile.

Lois Abbott’s sister, Iris, glanced at Greg Jensen, then turned to her sister, puzzled, “Sis, you clearly know he has other women out there, why do you still let him go?”

Lois Abbott gave her a look and said, “If I don’t let him go, will he not go? Men should prioritize their careers. Whatever happens outside is just flirting, nothing to worry about.”

“Then why did you bring it up with him?”

“I just want him to be aware that I know he’s got other women, so every time he’s with someone else, he’ll think of me.”

Lois Abbott laughed happily.

Iris looked at her sister with disdain and scoffed, “Sis, your mind can be so dirty.”

“You’re calling me dirty? I haven’t even mentioned how strong your tea has been getting!”

“Hey, you can’t bully me, or I’ll tell Dad on you.”

“Go ahead and tell…”

The bickering of the sisters faded into the distance, while Greg Jensen drove back to Jamae City.

Upon arriving, he didn’t go home but went straight to Adrian Wright’s club; Chestor Ware had called earlier, mentioning that there seemed to be a problem with the supply business.