Chapter 396: 396 I Don't Care About His Identity_1
Chapter 396: Chapter 396 I Don’t Care About His Identity_1
Theresa Locke frowned slightly, then, breaking from her usual jesting demeanor, she spoke seriously, “Sister, there are some things I must make clear to you.
When I, Theresa Locke, make friends, their status and background don’t matter to me. As long as our spirits match, even if he’s a beggar, I’d still drink and chat with him.
I’ve decided that Barry Wolfe is my friend, and summoning father over won’t change that. If Barry Wolfe is ever in trouble, I, Theresa Locke, naturally cannot stand idly by.
But rest assured, Barry Wolfe is my friend alone. Helping him is my business alone and has nothing to do with the Mystic City Locke family.”
“Brother, about that man…”
“Enough, no more talk.”
Theresa Locke waved her hand, interrupting her sister, and asked with a chuckle, “I heard there’s a big meal, are you going to eat?”
“I… Yes, I’ll go.”
Doris Locke sighed, helplessly agreeing.
She knew her brother’s temperament well, when he made up his mind, not even ten oxen could pull him back. She decided to go along to keep an eye on things, to ensure her brother wouldn’t do anything inappropriate.
“Haha, then let’s go.”
…
In the villa provided by the Wolfe family, there was only one auntie. Perhaps fearing that the auntie’s cooking would not suit the Grandmaster’s palate, they directly ordered a table full of food from the most luxurious hotel in the provincial city.
A little over half an hour later, the prepared dishes and drinks were delivered straight to the villa.
Theresa Locke happened to arrive at that moment.
Upon seeing each other, she gave Greg Jensen a big hug, smiling, “Big Brother Xu, I’ll thank you first on Lamar Pierce’s behalf, thank you for avenging him.”
“You’re too polite. We’re friends, no need to say such things.”
Greg Jensen shook his head with a smile, “It was nothing more than a small effort for me. Since Curtis Milton dared to steal my Elixir Prescription, I naturally had to make him pay the price.”
Theresa Locke laughed heartily, feigning anger, “Big Brother Xu, you really kept that hidden well. I was worried for you.”
Greg Jensen was startled for a moment, then realized she was referring to his realm and smiled, “You can’t blame me for that, you never asked me what my realm was, did you?”
“Grandmaster Xu above, I, your junior, offer my respects.”
As Theresa Locke spoke, she mockingly started to bow as a form of salute.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen hastily pulled her up, half-jokingly scolding, “Do you actually consider me a friend or not? If you do, stop with these sarcastic remarks.”
“Haha, just kidding.”
Theresa Locke smiled, and pulled her sister beside her, saying, “Let me introduce you, this is my sister, Doris Locke.”
“Miss Locke, hello.”
Greg Jensen extended his hand with a smile.
Doris Locke scrutinized Greg Jensen, finding him somewhat pleasing to the eye with a warm smile and a friendly demeanor, somehow less repulsive than she expected.
He looked nothing like the decisive and charismatic Magician she’d seen at the gathering, almost as if they were two different people.
She hesitated for a moment, deciding not to embarrass her brother, and shook hands with Greg Jensen.
Greg Jensen noticed her gaze seemed to carry a hint of surprise, took a serious look, but didn’t mind it, and walked inside with Theresa Locke.
Doris Locke, however, was startled by that brief moment of eye contact.
Those deep eyes seemed to hide an endless abyss, entrenching someone in a moment.
“Please come inside.”
Doris Locke suddenly snapped out of her daze, inhaled deeply, looked up to see that Barry Wolfe and her brother were already walking inside, and she hurriedly followed behind.
The group arrived in the dining room, where the auntie had already laid out the delivered dishes on the table. Seeing Greg Jensen come in, she asked respectfully,
“Mr. Xu, what would you like to drink?”
“Let’s have some baijiu,”
Greg Jensen casually replied, then turned his head toward Doris Locke, asking with a smile, “Miss Locke, what would you like to drink?”
Doris Locke’s thoughts were a bit scattered, and after a moment of bewilderment, she said, “I’m fine with anything.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll pour the drinks.”
Chelsea Wolfe hurried over, opened a bottle of Maotai and a bottle of red wine, and then filled each person’s glass.
Theresa Locke watched her bustling about, and with a lowered voice, she expressed her envy, “Greg truly has good fortune.”
“Hehe.”
Greg Jensen just smiled noncommittally.
Doris Locke happened to hear her brother’s words, and she scoffed, “If you’re envious, then practice hard. Once you reach the Master Realm, there will be people bringing you these things.”
Theresa Locke laughed, “Cultivating is impossible for me, isn’t indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun much more enjoyable?”
Doris Locke gave him a disdainful look and muttered, “What a waste of your talent.”
Hearing this, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but feel secretly alarmed. Theresa Locke appeared to be about his age but was already a high-level practitioner in the later stage of Dark Strength, just a hair’s breadth away from a half-step Grandmaster.
Without the Immortal Cultivation Method, there was no way he could have achieved such a level at Theresa’s age.
Considering that Theresa Locke wasn’t even keen on cultivating, just how strong was his talent really?
The four people took their seats at the dining table and began to chat while they ate.
It was clear that Theresa Locke spent most of his time on eating, drinking, and enjoying himself; he was knowledgeable about all things related to these pleasures.
Even the method of making a famous snack from some remote region was something he knew clearly.
The group chatted until the afternoon.
Theresa Locke was still fairly sober, while Doris Locke and Chelsea Wolfe were already flushed and their eyes were glazed from drinking.
Seeing this, Greg Jensen promptly asked the maid to help the two young ladies to the bedroom to rest, while he continued to drink with Theresa Locke.
The two of them drank for most of the day until Theresa Locke finally couldn’t take it anymore. He staggered to his feet, raised his glass, and slurred, “Barry, from now on you’re my real brother. I’ll drink up, you can do whatever.”
“Take it slow.”
“Don’t worry, I’m all right…”
Thump!
Before he finished his sentence, Theresa Locke had already collapsed to the ground.
Greg Jensen, with a mixture of laughter and helplessness, stood up and said to the maid, “Set up another guest room for me.”
“Of course, Mr. Wolfe.”
Greg Jensen helped Theresa Locke up to the second floor and into a guest room to rest, then turned to head for the master bedroom.
He paused to listen at the door; inside, he heard the steady sound of breathing.
Greg Jensen chuckled softly to himself and pushed the door open, walking in.
In the room, on the double bed with white sheets, Chelsea Wolfe was fast asleep, wearing a nightgown.
The blanket only covered her belly, revealing her white arms and the fair skin like tender lotus roots.
Greg Jensen locked the door behind him, undressed, and slipped into the bed.
“Mmm…”
Chelsea Wolfe turned over, slowly opened her eyes, and seeing a man lying beside her, she instantly screamed, “Ah, how can you…”
Before finishing her words, she suddenly came to her senses, and her cheeks immediately turned red; she spoke softly and apologetically, “Mr. Wolfe, I’m sorry, I… I didn’t realize it was you for a moment.”
“Mm, it’s all right, go to sleep.”
Greg Jensen had also had quite a bit to drink and was feeling tipsy; he just wanted to get a good night’s sleep, so he reassured her casually and closed his eyes to sleep.
Chelsea Wolfe couldn’t say much more, but remembering her father’s instructions, her cheeks grew even rosier.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth, imitated what she had learned from tutorials, and snuggled into the bed.