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Upon hearing his elder brother mention Wallace Carter, Dong Liang immediately burst into cold laughter and said, “I heard that a few days ago, an outsider got the better of Wallace Carter.

Moreover, that person seems quite young, only in his twenties, what’s his name…

“Mr. Greg.” Louie Harrison quickly added.

“Right, Mr. Greg.”

Dong Liang snorted mockingly: “The name sounds quite elegant, Mr. Greg, but I bet he’s no good at this stuff.

Wallace Carter must be getting old, or how could a young guy intimidate him?”

“Indeed, Wallace Carter has aged.”

Hearing this, Jay Brent’s face also held a hint of a smile as he pondered, “Well then, Old Zhang, first take your men to talk to Chestor Ware and see what he really wants.”

“What if he insists on buying it?”

“Then let him buy it.”

Jay Brent scornfully sneered: “I’d like to see, after he buys it, whether he can get it up and running.”

…

The next morning, Greg Jensen suddenly awoke and, upon uncovering the quilt, discovered that Vince Cooper had already left.

“What’s all this so early in the morning?”

“Last night…”

Vince’s face turned a bit red as she said softly, “I was too tired last night…”

“That’s okay, it’s only fun if it’s consensual. Who does anything by force? A melon forced from the vine isn’t sweet.”

“Hehe, you’re so nice.”

Vince giggled as she crawled out from under the blankets and lay on Greg’s chest, whispering, “I don’t have to go to classes today, so I can be with you the whole day.”

“Haha, lucky me!”

Greg laughed, then suddenly remembered something and said, “No, that won’t do, I have to meet with Wallace Carter later.”

Upon hearing that name, Vince instinctively shuddered and asked in a daze, “Why are you meeting him?”

“Don’t worry, he’s begging me for a favor.”

“He’s begging you?”

“Of course. What, did you think I was begging him?”

Seeing the smile on Greg’s face, Vince relaxed a bit, hopped nimbly off the bed, opened the wardrobe, and asked, “Which suit will you wear? Let me find it for you.”

“Any will do, no need to fuss over it.”

“That’s not okay.”

Vince picked out a suit and put it on the bed, saying, “My mom said that clothes make the man. When a man is out in public, he needs to dress well, otherwise, people will look down on him.

Even if you have the ability to get something done, you might end up failing.”

Greg felt warmth in his heart and smiled, “It’s not that serious.”

“Just wear this one; I’ll iron it for you.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Vince grinned mischievously, “No need to thank me, just pay me a salary.”

“No problem,” Greg laughed heartily.

Vince smiled, about to get dressed, when she suddenly remembered she’d dirtied her clothes last night in the bathroom. With no other option, she rummaged in the wardrobe and put on one of Greg’s shirts.

The shirt was very thin, sheer yet not quite, and with her not wearing anything underneath, the hint of visibility added a touch of seduction.

Especially her fair, bare thighs swinging beneath the oversized shirt captivated Greg, making his throat go dry.

“Shall I go iron your clothes now?”

“Let’s put off ironing clothes for a bit and discuss a deal first,” he said.

“What deal?”

Greg smiled, pulled her onto the bed, and said, “A billion-dollar deal!”

“Hey, stop it.”

“No can do.”

“I don’t want to right now. You just said forceful melons aren’t sweet.”

“A forced melon may not be sweet, but it quenches thirst!”

“Ah…”

Over half an hour later, Vince Cooper crawled out of the covers with disheveled hair, shot Greg Jensen a glare, and then took the suit and walked out.

Greg Jensen chuckled, and lay back on the bed to catch some more sleep.

By the time he woke up again, Vince Cooper had already ironed his clothes for him.

Greg Jensen got out of bed, freshened up, dressed in the neatly pressed suit, and headed to the dining room.

“Take a seat first, breakfast will be ready in no time.”

“Hmm.”

Shortly after, a steaming hot breakfast was served.

Plain porridge, semi-cooked steamed buns, eggs, and pickles – simple fare, but Greg Jensen ate with great satisfaction.

“Aren’t you going out today?”

“Hmm, I might go shopping with my best friend later; it’s her birthday tonight.”

Greg Jensen nodded and said, “Then call me when it’s time.”

“Alright.”

Greg Jensen smiled and took out twenty thousand yuan in cash from his bag, placing it on the dining table.

“Take this money for yourself, buy a few outfits, get a gift for your classmate, and keep the rest for your spending.”

“Uh…”

Vince Cooper hesitated for a moment, mouth agape, wanting to refuse.

Greg Jensen laughed, “Take it. I might not be able to give you a formal status, but at least I should provide you a stable life, right?”

“Hmm, I understand.”

A radiant smile spread across Vince Cooper’s face as she nodded emphatically, “Be careful on the road.”

“Hmm.”

She saw Greg Jensen out the door, watched him get into the elevator, and as he left, her smile gradually faded. She murmured to herself, “This… isn’t too bad, is it? Who told you to be inseparable from him?”

At first, it was to build a house for her family, so she took Adrian Wright’s hundred thousand yuan and gave her first time to Greg Jensen.

Afterwards, she came over to accompany Greg Jensen several times at Adrian Wright’s request.

As for now, it seemed she could no longer detach herself from Greg Jensen.

…

Wright Family Clubhouse.

Wallace Carter came over early in the morning with his son.

Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley just happened to spend the night there, and when they learned Wallace Carter had arrived, they quickly got out of bed to join him.

The Wright and Burley families were not weak in Jamae City, and they did not show any inferiority when facing Wallace Carter.

The reason they came to accompany him was mainly to give Greg Jensen face; after all, it was Greg Jensen who had asked Wallace Carter to come, so they could not just let him wait alone, right?

They looked down on rich second-generation kids like Theo Carter and did not have much interaction with Wallace Carter, so after some brief pleasantries, everyone fell silent.

For a while, the atmosphere in the teahouse was somewhat awkward.

After some time passed, the door to the teahouse was pushed open, and Greg Jensen walked in.

The opening door seemed like a release valve, as the previously heavy atmosphere in the teahouse instantly dissipated.

Greg Jensen asked in surprise, “What are you four doing here?”

“Heh, just casually chatting,” Adrian Wright laughed.

Casually chatting?

Do you think my ears are just for show?

Greg Jensen did not mind and smiled as he shook his head, approaching the Carter father and son.

Wallace Carter hurriedly said, “Mr. Jensen, Theo knows he was wrong, and he has already suffered his half-hour punishment. Don’t believe me? Look.”

As he spoke, he pulled up Theo’s sleeve to reveal several scratch marks on what was previously unblemished skin.

Adrian Wright and Gabriel Hall were taken aback and looked at Greg Jensen with baffled expressions.

So, he had punished their two sons, breaking the legs of the elder one, and just like that, it’s all okay?

Not only did Wallace Carter not seek retribution, but he was also apologizing to Greg Jensen?

How was that possible?

Both men were astonished, glancing back and forth between Greg Jensen and Wallace Carter, their faces filled with utter confusion.