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As soon as Spencer Burley heard this, he immediately laughed and said, “The friends I invite are just the usual crowd I hang out with, so they might not carry much weight. Therefore, I’ll have to leave this to my dad.

Don’t worry about it, I’ll talk to my dad later.”

“Haha, then I’ll leave it to you.”

After hanging up, Greg cycled through his contacts and hesitated when he arrived at Liliana Grey’s number.

Strictly speaking, they had only met once and didn’t know each other well, but since they had slept in the same bed, it would be somewhat awkward not to invite her.

After some thought, he still dialed Liliana’s number.

When Liliana picked up the phone, she seemed surprised and asked with a giggle, “Little bro, you’re thinking of your sister so soon?”

“You’re thinking too much.”

Greg replied somewhat speechlessly, “I’m opening a restaurant and it’s about to have its grand opening. Come over if you’re free.”

“No problem, if my little brother’s hotel is opening, as his big sister, I definitely need to show my support.”

Liliana gladly accepted, then asked, “What’s the name of your restaurant? Send me the time and address later.”

“The restaurant I’m opening is right in Dreamscape Garden. I haven’t given it another name.”

“Dreamscape Garden?”

Liliana was startled and exclaimed in surprise, “So you were the one who bought Dreamscape Garden! You’re really brave to buy such a haunted place.”

“Haha, the haunted house rumors are all nonsense, just coincidences. Anyway, while I was renovating, not a single accident occurred, not even a cut finger.”

“That’s just your good luck. Do you think people will go there to eat a meal in such a place?”

Upon hearing this, Greg couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “You have to believe in science! Now, Dreamscape Garden has beautiful mountains and clear waters, the scenery is charming. You’ll see when you come.”

“Alright, I’ll be sure to come.”

“Then let me thank you in advance, Ms. Grey, for your support.”

Liliana asked playfully, “Sister’s coming to support you, don’t you have any token of appreciation?”

“Ah, what kind of… token?” Greg asked, puzzled.

Liliana chuckled, “Let’s have dinner together tonight, and maybe you could come over to my place for a bit.”

Greg was stunned, reminded of the insanity of the previous night, he felt a sudden restlessness stirring within him.

Before he could refuse, Liliana quickly said, “Okay, it’s settled then. I’ll call you after I’m done here.”

“I…”

Click!

Greg was left dazed, staring at the disconnected call, speechless for a long time.

Was this woman so unrestrained because she had been bound for too long?

To go or not to go?

Greg hardly hesitated before he made up his mind.

If someone was making advances and he still hesitated to refuse, would he even be a man?

If he really refused, it would seem like he was afraid of her!

This wasn’t about whether she was a good “sister”; the main point was the desire for Dual Cultivation to rapidly increase his True Qi.

Greg silently made some mental preparations for himself before happily driving his car to a machine workshop.

He asked them to help make a few engraving knives that would fit his hand.

This time, the base he was working on was a bit larger, and he needed more Formation anchors. Without suitable tools, someone might end up exhausted.

The kind of Formation Greg was now creating would be considered apprentice-level work in a traditional Cultivation era.

They were relatively simple to make and didn’t require infusing them with True Qi.

Magic becomes a talisman, and talismans make a Formation.

Theoretically, as long as you engrave a symbol that adheres to magical rules, you could create the corresponding talisman.

The strength of the talisman depends on the method of creation, the material of the talisman, and the skill of the creator.

Last time, the Small Cloud Rain Skill Formation crafted with Cold Pond stones was noticeably better than those made with ordinary stones, with the growth rate of medicinal herbs greatly exceeding previous speeds.

The herbs that were originally scheduled for harvesting around January were now ready for picking before the end of the month.

The reason for this was that the Cold Pond stones were significantly stronger than ordinary stones, and Greg Jensen’s cultivation had also improved.

Having created many formations before, Greg Jensen was now well-practiced—this time, even more so with the help of a new engraving knife, he had completed half by the evening.

He packed up the formation base and then called Vince Cooper to tell her he wouldn’t be coming over that night before driving out of the neighborhood.

On the way, he bought two bottles of red wine and hurried to the address sent by Liliana Grey.

It was only when he arrived that he realized the address Liliana had given was a quadrangle courtyard that wasn’t too large.

Although Jamae was not the provincial capital, it had a long history, and the city originally had many similar quadrangle courtyards.

However, during the subsequent urban redevelopment, most of these courtyards were razed to make way for various residential complexes.

Quadrangle courtyards like this one, which remained well-preserved, were almost non-existent now, making them extremely valuable in this day and age.

After he rang the doorbell, Liliana appeared in a cute dinosaur pajamas.

Her beautiful face was wrapped in the green dinosaur hood, making her look somewhat mischievously cute.

Greg Jensen was momentarily dumbfounded, then he laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just bringing you some wine,” he replied.

Taking the bag, Liliana glanced at it and said casually, “If you’re coming, just come, no need to bring anything.

Next time remember not to buy red wine, I don’t like it much. I prefer something like whiskey or vodka,” she added.

“Uh, okay,” Greg Jensen said, somewhat helplessly, as he followed Liliana into the yard.

The small courtyard was tidy, and both the main house and the wing rooms were old buildings, although the doors and windows had been replaced with a modern style.

Instead of feeling out of place, this blend of old and new added a unique sense of beauty.

“Come on in, it’s too cold outside.”

“Sure,” he agreed.

Greg Jensen followed Liliana into the main house and was taken aback again.

The interior was somewhat messy compared to the tidiness outside, except for the living room which was fairly spacious, other parts were filled with painting drafts.

Most of them were unfinished works while a few completed pieces were covered with white cloth.

With a slight blush and an embarrassed tone, Liliana explained, “This is my studio, sort of a personal space. No one else has ever been here, including Nathan Humphrey— they don’t know about this place.

I usually just paint here, and occasionally rest for the night, so it might be a bit messy, don’t laugh at me.”

“Uh, no, it’s quite nice,” said Greg Jensen with a smile.

“Have a seat, I’ve prepared a few dishes in the kitchen,” she told him.

“Alright.”

Liliana set the wine on the coffee table and then went off.

Greg Jensen idled around the room and noticed that Liliana’s paintings were mostly scenes of the courtyard.

The style seemed to be realistic, but Greg Jensen didn’t know enough to judge whether they were good or not.

After a while, Liliana returned with several dishes.

Two cold dishes and two hot dishes, all homemade, and they looked delicious.

“The cooking isn’t great, but make do with it,” she said.

“Haha, it looks delicious,” Greg Jensen complimented casually, and they sat on the couch to eat.

Since they hadn’t known each other for long and spent more time in bed together than talking, when it came to sitting down together properly, they suddenly found themselves at a loss for words.

For a moment, both didn’t know what to say.