Chapter 299: Chapter 297: 297 Narrow Road for Enemies_1

Creed Humphrey laughed, “Just think about it, his expertise is in appraising jade, and there isn’t much jade at this auction.

The majority are those mysterious old items, as well as some ancient books. As a jade appraiser who knows nothing about those, won’t he have to keep his mouth shut?”

“Hey, when you put it like that, it really makes sense!”

Nathan Humphrey laughed with joy, “Does that mean his trip this time is just for show?”

“Yes, who decides what to buy and what not to buy at the end of the day, if not you?”

“Hahaha, Uncle Four really thinks things through.”

Creed Humphrey smiled, “Compared to your mother who asked him to come over, it’s just because she’s afraid you’ll be taken advantage of regarding the jade.”

“True, that makes sense.”

Nathan Humphrey felt much more comfortable, saying, “Alright, call me when we get there; I’m going to take a nap.”

“Got it.”

The two cars soon arrived at a mansion. After presenting the invitations, they drove straight in and finally stopped in front of a white villa.

After getting out of the car, Nathan Humphrey took steps toward the villa. But Greg Jensen pulled him aside and warned in a low voice:

“Your mom said it’s me who calls the shots today. If you continue to bid on something I say you can’t buy, I’ll break your legs. It’s up to you to decide.”

“You… you’ve gone too far!”

Nathan Humphrey was so angry that his nose was askew; it was a time of youthful vigor, and how could he endure this?

Just as he was about to explode, Greg Jensen’s finger suddenly pressed on his chest.

He felt a tingling sensation in his chest and lost all strength in his body, collapsing down.

Lucky for him, Greg Jensen was holding him up, or he would have knelt on the ground.

“What… what have you done to me?”

Nathan Humphrey was terrified, thinking he had been crippled by Greg Jensen, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Greg Jensen smiled and patted his chest twice, and Nathan Humphrey’s body immediately recovered.

Even though his legs were still a bit weak, he had at least regained the strength to stand.

He instinctively took a step back, looking at Greg Jensen in shock, “I’m warning you, don’t mess around. If my mom finds out you bullied me, she will definitely take care of you.”

Until now, he still thought Greg Jensen was a subordinate his mother had hired, never considering that there might be a deeper relationship between Liliana Grey and Greg Jensen.

Thus, although Greg Jensen’s methods were frightening, Nathan Humphrey was only scared momentarily, quickly recovering his composure.

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “You better remember what I just said. Of course, if you don’t agree, feel free to try and see if I dare.”

After saying that, he walked inside with Trey Holmes.

Seeing this, Creed Humphrey, who had just got out of the car, hurried over and asked, “Young Master, what happened?”

“Nothing.”

Nathan Humphrey watched Greg Jensen angrily and said, “Aiden Clark, I’ll take care of him one day!”

…

The space inside the villa was vast, and there seemed to be quite a number of guests. As soon as Greg Jensen and people like Nathan Humphrey entered, the waiting stewards escorted them to the underground hall.

A long table able to seat more than twenty people was set up in the hall, surrounded by various cold dishes and beverages. A dozen or so people, either sitting or standing, were chatting in small groups.

Greg Jensen casually found a seat and sat down; Nathan Humphrey hesitated for a moment, sat beside him, turned his head to look at him, sniffed coldly, and turned away.

Trey Holmes took two glasses of wine from the side, placed one in front of Greg Jensen, and handed another to Nathan Humphrey.

Nathan Humphrey paused for a moment, accepted it, and said with an embarrassed smile, “Thank you.”

“No need to be so formal, Young Master Zheng.”

Trey Holmes calmly replied and then found a place to sit down on the outskirts.

Creed Humphrey, sitting nearby, saw that each of them had a glass of wine, yet oddly enough, he had none, and felt somewhat uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but snort and said,

“Mr. Jensen’s assistant really has quite the eye, pouring two glasses of wine for three people.”

Trey Holmes frowned but didn’t speak. Greg, however, wasn’t going to humor him and said dismissively, “So what are you, exactly, that you think you deserve to boss my assistant around?”

“You…”

Creed Humphrey, considering himself an elder of the Humphrey family and accustomed to respect from everyone save Nathan Humphrey and his mother, was taken aback.

However, with the Humphrey family’s young master right beside him, it wasn’t his place to make decisions; all he could do was look to Nathan Humphrey, hoping the young master would stand up for him.

But instead, Nathan Humphrey turned to look at Trey Holmes and even smiled before saying to Creed Humphrey,

“Old Humphrey, if you want to drink, pour it yourself. Miss Holmes is Mr. Jensen’s assistant; what do you mean by ordering her around?”

“I…”

Creed Humphrey almost choked on his frustration, but what could he say with the young master having spoken? He shot Greg a venomous glare, then obediently went over to the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and then sat back down, drinking by himself.

Trey Holmes found his embarrassment quite amusing, and it was only thanks to Greg giving her a look that she didn’t burst out laughing.

Greg also found it funny. His little assistant was really something; even a blind man could see she did it on purpose.

Just then, a few people walked in from outside, among them Joe Locke, an old acquaintance of Greg’s.

Greg was taken aback for a moment, thinking of that social media post, and while he felt a sense of relief, he was also a bit puzzled.

The Lockes were desperately searching for exotic treasures; could Alan Locke’s presence here be because there was something at the auction he wanted?

Greg casually took a sip of his drink, a faint sense of anticipation in his heart.

If there really were Spirit Grass and Spiritual Medicine, or anything related to Cultivation, he definitely couldn’t miss out on it.

On the other hand, upon seeing Greg, Joe Locke was caught off guard, then his expression darkened. He sat down opposite and said, “Young Mr. Yan sure knows how to invite people. What kind of riffraff hasn’t he brought along?”

The room fell silent before he had even finished speaking.

The crowd followed Joe Locke’s gaze and, spotting a young man being addressed, were startled.

“Who’s that person who dares to offend the Lockes?”

“No idea, probably some brash young fool from who knows where.”

“Shh, this is going to be interesting to watch.”

What had happened at the Locke family wedding was the talk of Jamae City, but the details had been kept tightly under wraps.

So, when Nathan Humphrey saw Joe Locke speaking mockingly, his mind was a bit befuddled, and he looked at Greg, perplexed, asking, “Do you have a feud with the Locke family?”

He knew Greg was quite forthright, but he didn’t believe he would dare to offend the Locke family.

Offending the Locke family was akin to courting death. Wasn’t it better to live a good life?

“Yep, they’d love to slice me up.”

Greg chuckled and turned his head, looking at him with an amused expression, “What about you? Are you scared?”

“I…”

The Humphrey family was considered decent in Jamae City, but compared to the Lockes, they were far behind; it would be strange if Nathan Humphrey wasn’t scared.

However, being young and provoked by Greg’s comment, even though he was terrified internally, he couldn’t help but straighten his spine and retorted, “Who said I’m scared?”

Greg laughed and patted his shoulder, then turned to look at Joe Locke, sneered and said, “Where’s that Alan Locke of yours who can’t keep his pants on? How come they sent you out instead, a well-known good-for-nothing?”

“Are you f*cking asking for it?”