Chapter 329: Chapter 327: 327 Dyed Daffodil_1

Jeffrey Locke heard Antonio Conner and took him as being too emotional, immediately replying with a relaxed smile,

“Don’t worry, since sending the pictures yesterday, I’ve been in the study the whole time, never stepping out once.

This Fragrant Spirit Grass, there absolutely won’t be any problems…”

Smack!

Antonio Conner was almost amused by his anger, but Donald Simmons at his side didn’t care so much, lifting his hand and delivering a slap.

The slap was loud, sending Jeffrey Locke tumbling to the ground.

“Grandpa…”

Ethan Locke was shocked and quickly ran over to help Jeffrey Locke up, then glared at Donald Simmons, saying,

“My grandfather is of such an age, and he has been exhausting himself for your Simmons family’s affairs. Even with no merit, he has worked hard; how could you… how could you hit someone?”

Jeffrey Locke was dazed by the slap and only when he saw his grandson accusing Donald Simmons did he suddenly snap back to reality.

Holding his face, he said in bewilderment, “Mr. Simmons, why… why did you hit me?”

Donald Simmons pointed at the Fragrant Spirit Grass and said, “Damn it, open your dog eyes and look carefully, is this damn thing Fragrant Spirit Grass?”

Jeffrey Locke said blankly, “That’s right, this is Fragrant Spirit Grass, didn’t we take a photo for your confirmation?”

Smack!

Donald Simmons swung back with another slap, making Jeffrey Locke stagger into Ethan Locke’s arms.

Seeing this, Ethan Locke felt so furious that his teeth itched, and he yearned to slap Donald Simmons, longing to exact revenge.

However, Jeffrey Locke tightly gripped his hand, preventing him from moving, and then looked at Donald Simmons, chuckling,

“Mr. Simmons, just say directly what wrong the Locke family has done, and we will correct it immediately.”

“Correct?”

Donald Simmons’s face was icy as he shot a cold glance at Jeffrey Locke and, under the shocked gaze of the Locke family members, reached out, grabbed a leaf of the Fragrant Spirit Grass, and yanked it off fiercely.

Crack!

No matter how formidable the Fragrant Spirit Grass was, it was still a plant and couldn’t endure such rough treatment; as several drops of sap splashed out, Donald Simmons held the torn leaf in his hand.

He held up the leaf and sneered, “You tell me this is Fragrant Spirit Grass? Open your dog eyes and look, Fragrant Spirit Grass is purple, what color is this leaf!”

“It’s purple…”

Ethan Locke said instinctively, then suddenly spotted the green at the broken end of the leaf, his pupils sharply contracting, his whole body shivering.

A chill instantly shot through him!

Ethan Locke looked at the greenish break, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice pit!

Both Jeffrey Locke and Joe Locke realized something was wrong and stepped forward to look; with a thud, they were so scared that they both sat down on the ground simultaneously.

“Tell me, is this Fragrant Spirit Grass or not!” Donald Simmons roared.

The father, son, and grandfather trio turned as pale as paper, standing frozen in place, speechless.

Mick Simmons also plucked a leaf, examining it closely before his eyes, scoffed, “Dyeing daffodils purple, that is indeed quite the trick!”

He looked up again, the smile vanished from his face, his eyes gleaming with a cold light as he stared chillingly at the trio from the Locke family.

A towering rage brewed in his heart!

“This is the third time!”

Mick Simmons said coldly, “The first two times could be chalked up to your poor eyesight, but what about this time?

Tricked us over with a real flower’s photo, then switched to a fake flower upon our arrival?

You’ve got some nerve to deceive the Simmons family; what, you think we’re easy to push around?”

Donald Simmons bellowed, “Speak, where’s the real flower!”

All three shuddered simultaneously, snapping back to their senses in an instant.

“Mr. Simmons, this really isn’t our fault. The Fragrant Spirit Grass is valuable, but it’s useless to us,”

Joe Locke was already scared silly, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Ethan Locke was slightly better off, but his lips were trembling, not knowing what to say.

On the other hand, Jeffrey Locke was much calmer. Recalling last night’s events, his face suddenly changed and he said:

“Mr. Simmons, I’m telling the truth. After I took the pictures for you last night, I stayed in the study. No one came in during that time, but…”

“But what?”

“Hurry up and spit it out, or I’ll take your goddamn life right now!”

Startled by Donald Simmons’ roar, Jeffrey Locke also shuddered and quickly said, “Last night, Jay Brent came to see me. I guess we talked in the living room for about ten minutes.

If someone was going to swap the Fragrant Spirit Grass, they would have likely entered the study during that time.”

“Jay Brent?”

Mick Simmons thought for a moment, recalled Jay Brent’s information, and said with a frown, “Call him, tell him to get over here right now!”

“All right, I’m calling now.”

Jeffrey Locke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and then made the call.

Jay Brent seemed to be at a casino; the background noise was very loud. After a good while, Jay Brent’s voice came through: “Hello, Mr. Locke, is there anything I can do for you?”

“It’s nothing major; just come to our house, I’ll explain the situation to you.”

“All right.”

After hanging up the phone, Jeffrey Locke quickly looked up at Mick Simmons and Donald Simmons and said with a forced smile, “Mr. Simmons, you have to believe me, our family truly didn’t pocket the Fragrant Spirit Grass.”

“Yes, Mr. Simmons, it’s useless to us as well,”

Donald Simmons looked at the kneeling Joe Locke and Ethan Locke and snorted coldly, “Shut up. If you can’t produce the Fragrant Spirit Grass today, I’ll make sure the Locke family disappears from Jamae City!”

Joe Locke’s face turned pale, and he shivered.

Ethan Locke felt the same fear, but in addition to the fear, there was a trace of resentment hidden in his eyes.

Why?

Why should any Tom, Dick, or Harry from the Simmons family be able to boss around the Lockes?

How dare they lay a hand on my grandfather!

Ethan Locke was seething with anger, but he only dared to curse silently in his heart. After a few curses, he started to ponder over the issue of the Fragrant Spirit Grass.

Remembering that Greg Jensen had come to the Lockes yesterday asking for the Fragrant Spirit Grass, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said:

“Mr. Simmons, it must have been Greg Jensen who took the Fragrant Spirit Grass!”

“Greg Jensen?”

Donald Simmons didn’t know who Greg Jensen was, but Mick Simmons had met him.

He furrowed his brows and asked, “How does Greg Jensen come into the picture now?”

“That’s…”

Ethan’s face flashed a hint of embarrassment as he forcefully said, “Actually, the pot of Fragrant Spirit Grass was originally Greg Jensen’s, but it was stolen by his neighbor and then sold to our family…”

Stolen goods?

Mick Simmons was stunned for a moment but quickly moved past the issue. Whether it was stolen goods or not was unimportant to him.

He just wanted the Fragrant Spirit Grass. Whether by theft or force, as long as he got the Spirit Grass, that was what mattered.

“Are you sure it was Greg Jensen who took the Fragrant Spirit Grass?”

“That… we’ll need to check the surveillance footage.”

“Then why aren’t you rushing to do that, what are you waiting for?” Donald Simmons bellowed.

Ethan Locke shuddered again, quickly got to his feet, bowed to the two men, and rushed out.