Chapter 432: Chapter 430: A Bit of Understanding_1

Barry Wolfe was so scared that he jolted up and hurriedly stood, smiling and saying, “Boss, you’re back.”

“Yeah.”

Greg Jensen threw his coat aside and sat down on the sofa.

Chelsea Wolfe ran out of the bedroom, and seeing that it was indeed Barry Wolfe who had returned, a smile of joy spread across her face. She rushed down the stairs, poured a glass of wine on the coffee table, and then sat down obediently beside it.

Greg Jensen looked at Glen Wolfe and asked, “How did the search for the medicine ingredients go?”

Glen Wolfe quickly said, “I forgot to tell you, the ingredients have been found, but the quantity is a little less.”

Greg Jensen said happily, “You found them? When can they be delivered?”

“It will still take a few more days to arrive.”

“Hmm, I’ll count this as a merit for you first.”

Greg Jensen was in a good mood and took out a bottle of Blood Qi Elixir, tossing it over as he said, “Take these elixirs.”

“Thank you, boss!”

Glen Wolfe caught the bottle in his hand, grinned from ear to ear, and his previous worries were cast aside.

This was good stuff, the kind of excellent thing you couldn’t even buy with money!

He had taken one before and felt his stagnant cultivation rise just a tiny bit.

That had excited him immensely.

He had given up on attempting to breach the Master Realm, but after consuming that Blood Qi Elixir, his aspirations were rekindled.

He was at the peak of Complete Dark Power, which is to say, half a step into the Grandmaster level. One more step, and that would be the Master Realm.

The Master Realm, an extension of life by half a cycle.

In other words, as long as he could enter the Master Realm, he would have an extra thirty years of life.

Even if there was no hope of becoming a warrior of the Dao Realm, living an extra thirty years was something anyone would desire in this world, wasn’t it?

“I need to go out for a few days, so give me a call if anything comes up.”

“You’re leaving?”

Before Glen Wolfe could speak, Chelsea Wolfe was already stunned.

Her entire fortune and misfortune were now completely tied to the man in front of her. Therefore, each time Greg Jensen left, she felt unsettled, fearing that he might not return.

Greg Jensen smiled, stroked her little head, and comforted her, “I’m not leaving for good, just going out to handle some things.”

“Okay, all right.”

Despite some reluctance, Chelsea Wolfe nodded.

Greg Jensen looked deeply at Glen Wolfe and said, “I hope by the time I come back, those medicinal ingredients will have arrived.”

Glen Wolfe immediately stood up straight and said, “Don’t worry, boss. In no more than three days, they will most certainly arrive.”

“Hmm, you can go now.”

“All right.”

Glen Wolfe promptly got up and left.

After he had gone, Chelsea Wolfe very consciously knelt down in front of Greg Jensen, gazing up with her large watery eyes blinking.

Greg Jensen smiled slightly and patted her little head.

“Hmm…”

…

After enjoying Chelsea Wolfe’s service, Greg Jensen took a shower, casually changed clothes, and went to a secluded spot to revert to his original face before heading over to the Ford residence.

Bradley Ford was in the middle of chatting with his uncle when he heard that Greg Jensen had arrived. He was startled and hurried to greet him.

Randy Locke was curious to see who had arrived and could make Bradley Ford get up to welcome them, so he followed. But when he discovered that the visitor was a young fellow, he was greatly disappointed, didn’t even bother to greet him, and turned back.

Cold sweat broke out on Bradley Ford at that moment, and he said awkwardly, “Mr. Jensen, my uncle is just like that, please don’t take it personally.”

Greg Jensen couldn’t be bothered to fuss over Randy Locke and shook his head, walking inside while asking, “How do you intend to deal with the yin sha problem?”

He had cured Lukas Simon’s hidden ailment, so the debt of gratitude was established. Even if Randy Locke solved the yin sha issue, Lukas Simon wouldn’t trouble him anymore.

If Randy Locke really could resolve the yin sha, it would be greatly beneficial for the Ford family.

After all, as friends, Greg Jensen was happy to see the Ford family prosper.

His visit this time was to find out what Randy Locke and the others planned to do about it and whether there was any way he could help.

Bradley Ford did not hesitate and directly revealed Randy Locke’s ideas.

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen couldn’t help frowning and said, “Yin Sha, you think just a statue of Guan Yu can handle it?”

“This…”

Bradley Ford replied somewhat awkwardly, “I have never dealt with Yin Sha before, so I’m not very clear about it.”

As the two men walked into the villa, their conversation was overheard by Randy Locke, who was sitting on the sofa.

He turned his head, looked at Greg Jensen with confusion, and asked, “You understand Feng Shui too?”

“A little.”

Greg Jensen’s nonchalant demeanor irritated Randy Locke, who scrutinized him with a judging look and said with a sneer:

“The youth of today really don’t know the meaning of modesty. I just encountered one, and now here’s another.”

Bradley Ford smiled bitterly inside; he wanted to tell his uncle that the person he had encountered was actually the same one.

Greg Jensen frowned, and the words he was about to say were swallowed back.

He felt that with Randy Locke’s attitude, there was no need for his own advice; after all, whether the Yin Sha could be dispelled had nothing to do with him.

If it couldn’t be dispelled, that would be even better; he could then cultivate for a while longer in the cave full of Yin Sha.

Seeing that Greg Jensen didn’t speak, Randy Locke’s attitude grew even more arrogant, taking on the stance of an elder to start lecturing him.

“Uncle,”

“I haven’t finished talking yet!”

Bradley Ford tried to interrupt, but was stopped by Randy Locke’s gesture. Randy Locke looked at Greg Jensen and said:

“Kid, no offense, but didn’t your master teach you to listen more and talk less when your abilities aren’t up to par?”

Greg Jensen furrowed his brows as if he hadn’t heard, then turned to Bradley Ford and said, “Alright, I’m leaving, remember my words.”

“Uh, okay.”

Bradley Ford was initially startled, then realized that what Greg Jensen meant was that he should try to stay out of the cave as much as possible.

After seeing Greg Jensen off, Randy Locke asked curiously, “What did he tell you?”

Bradley Ford was also getting somewhat irritated, “Just a little private matter.”

It was evident that Randy Locke didn’t believe him, but since Bradley Ford had put it that way, it wasn’t appropriate for him to press further. Instead, he asked:

“What does that guy do? He has quite the temper. I only said a couple words to him.”

Bradley Ford sighed internally, not knowing what to say.

…

After leaving the Ford’s place, Greg Jensen returned to the Simmons family’s villa.

“Mrs. Ying, is Amelia here?”

“Mr. Jensen, you’re back.”

Nanny Mrs. Ying came out, smiling, “Amelia went shopping with her cousin; they should be back soon. Please take a seat.”

“Mm, brew a pot of tea for me.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Jensen.”

Greg Jensen sat back on the sofa and took out his phone to review the recent reports of several companies.

Before long, Mrs. Ying came over with a teapot, poured Greg Jensen a cup, and asked with a smile, “Mr. Jensen, what would you like to eat tonight?”

Glancing at his watch, Greg Jensen realized it was almost dinner time, “You decide, I’m fine with anything.”

“Alright.”

Mrs. Ying was about to speak when suddenly, footsteps and the sound of two girls bantering were heard from outside.

“Mr. Jensen, you’re back.”

Upon seeing Greg Jensen, Amelia Simmons, like a swallow returning to its nest, dropped her shopping bags and flung herself into Greg Jensen’s arms, then wrapped her legs around his waist and asked with a laugh:

“Where have you been all these days, why are you just getting back now?”