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“What are you talking about, I can’t understand a word you’re saying?”

Lena Holmes’s laughter was filled with triumph, “Don’t try to weasel information out of me, just say whether you agree or not. If you don’t, we can play this game slowly.

I’ve got all the time in the world.”

“First, I will never cooperate with a thuggish company like yours. Second, I don’t have time to play with you, you’re not worth it.

So, whatever tricks you have, just bring them on, I’m ready for you.”

Greg Jensen was truly getting angry this time. Lena Holmes’s attitude was one thing, but the actions of the Sanjiang Company were another—how were they any different from those of bullies forcing their way?

Bow down to them?

Dream on!

Seeing his agitated expression, Spencer Burley asked, “Who was that on the phone?”

“The same woman.”

“God damn it, she’s asking for it, isn’t she?”

Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Let’s not worry about it for now, dealing with Dreamscape Garden is more important. We don’t need extra trouble at the moment.”

Spencer Burley still looked worried, but seeing Greg Jensen’s composed demeanor, he didn’t inquire further.

Greg knew what he was thinking and patted his shoulder, smiling, “Don’t worry. If Director Wang goes to the hospital right now, I reckon the ban will be lifted by tomorrow morning.

Even if he goes tomorrow, it should definitely be lifted by the afternoon.”

Spencer Burley exclaimed in surprise, “Are you that confident that Director Wang will help out after he’s been to the hospital?”

“Of course, if I didn’t have at least that much confidence, how could I let you call me ‘Brother Greg’?”

“Haha, that’s true.”

The two stood for a while before returning to the clubhouse together. They had some tea, and after Spencer began to feel a headache, checked into the clubhouse to rest.

Greg Jensen had drunk quite a bit as well, but he didn’t use his True Qi to completely neutralize the alcohol. Instead, he neutralized part of it, allowing himself to remain slightly tipsy.

Upon leaving the clubhouse, he called a designated driver to take him back to his home in Wanhe Gardens.

Once inside his house, he smelled the scent of alcohol.

“Well, looks like someone’s been drinking after I left.”

Greg Jensen looked at the beer bottles on the coffee table and couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly. After setting down his bag, he started to tidy up.

After cleaning up, he stripped off his clothes right at the entrance of the storeroom and threw them directly into the washing machine, wearing only his shorts as he headed to the bedroom.

Just then, the door to the secondary bedroom suddenly opened and a graceful figure staggered out, then plunged directly into Greg Jensen’s arms.

Both were dressed quite lightly, and as they embraced, they could clearly feel the contours of each other’s bodies.

Greg Jensen, holding the delicate girl, was momentarily at a loss.

“Um, are you… Vince’s man?”

The girl looked up at him, her breath reeking faintly of alcohol.

Greg’s heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed before gently letting her go, nodding, “Yeah, and you are…?”

“I’m his best friend, Ryan Lampe, call me Ryan.”

Ryan Lampe staggered a bit, then stood up straight, seemingly much soberer.

She ran her hand over Greg’s abs and laughed teasingly, “Wow, no wonder you’re so impressive, you’re really strong.”

“Uh, haha.”

Greg felt awkward and laughed, “I’m going to head to my room…”

“Do you find me annoying?”

“Not at all.”

“Then why the rush to leave?”

“Haha, I’ve also had quite a few drinks and feel a bit dizzy, so I’m off to sleep.”

Ryan Lampe watched Greg, his face slightly flushed, giggled happily, and winked, “Keep it down tonight, okay?”

“Uh…”

Greg, seeing her attire of shorts and a tank top, felt that if he stayed any longer, he might do something regrettable, so he quickly retreated to the master bedroom.

Inside the master bedroom, Vince Cooper was fast asleep. He grunted twice at the sound of the door opening.

It wasn’t until Greg Jensen had finished washing up and gone to bed that she groggily opened her eyes.

“Mr. Jensen, you’re back?”

“Mhm.”

Greg lay down next to him, and Vince Cooper consciously crawled into his arms.

“Did you drink a lot tonight?”

“Yeah, it was Ryan Lampe’s birthday. We had three rounds of drinks, one at the restaurant, one at the KTV, and then since it was late, Ryan and Angela Stuart couldn’t go back to their dorm, so they had to stay here.”

Remembering something, Vince said somewhat embarrassingly, “Um, the third round was in the living room at home. I think I forgot to clean up.”

Greg lightly pinched her nose as he spoke wordlessly, “I’ve already cleaned it up. Let’s go to sleep now.”

“Thank you.”

Vince showed a blissful smile, and then with a mischievous one, asked, “Going to bed this early? Aren’t we doing ‘that’ today?”

“Are you up for it?”

“I should… probably be okay?”

“Haha, well then, let’s do it.”

The lights went off, the room’s temperature gradually rose, and murmurs like whispers in a dream filled the air.

In the second bedroom, Angela Stuart was browsing through videos when all of a sudden, she blushed hearing the noises coming from the next room.

At that moment, Ryan Lampe entered with excitement, whispering, “Hey, Vince’s man is back.”

With a red face, Angela said, “I’m not deaf, I heard it.”

“Hehe, I saw his abs.”

“For real?”

Angela perked up, a bit excited, “Did you touch them?”

Ryan raised his right hand, examined it closely before making a fuss, “I’ve decided, I’m not washing this hand for a week.”

“Wow, you really touched them? You pervert!”

“Hmph, as if you’re any different. If it were you, you’d probably want to touch other places too.”

“Think I’m like you?”

Angela looked scornful, seemingly indifferent, yet couldn’t help asking, “How did it feel?”

“Incredible!”

“No wonder he’s so amazing.”

With a smirk, Ryan asked, “Which aspect of ‘amazing’ are you referring to?”

“Fighting, what else?”

“All aspects.”

“You LSP.”

Laughter and teasing from the two girls rang out in the second bedroom, but the whisper-like sounds steadfastly carried through.

After an unknown period of intense weariness, the two girls lay side by side against the headboard, despondently staring at the white wall connecting to the next room.

“Why aren’t they sleeping yet?”

“Seems like being too amazing isn’t always good.”

“Let’s sleep, we’ll probably fall asleep after a while.”

Ryan, resigned, nodded, and they turned off the lights and lay in bed trying to sleep.

The whispering stopped at some indistinct time, and Angela eventually drifted into slumber, but Ryan suddenly felt energized.

She listened carefully, noting that the noise from next door had indeed stopped, and her mind involuntarily conjured up images from just before.

A while later, she suddenly felt her body heating up. She glanced at the soundly sleeping Angela, got up barefooted, and left the bed.

Grabbing a few disposable face towels, she sat down on the sofa in the living room.

In the tranquility of the air, heavy breathing could be heard.

Time passed, and then a tall, well-proportioned figure suddenly emerged. Upon seeing Ryan, he paused, a clear surprise on his face.

In the darkness, their eyes met, sizing each other up without a word.

After a stalemate, they moved towards each other.