Chapter 143: A Bunch of Old Rascals_1
Seeing Taylor Ware co back, Lan Jie’s face broke into a warm smile, “Today is all about good food, your dad specially invited a master chef from the Reverie Inn.”
Taylor Ware was startled, then joked, “Oh, is Samsom Ware splurging today?
Lan Jie shot her a reproachful look and said, “So guests ca today, and your dad wants to entertain them at ho, so he hired a chef to co over.”
“Guests?”
Taylor Ware was again taken aback and mused, “Wiry did he think of entertaining guests at ho today? I’ll go see who is here.”
Lan Jie hurriedly said, “Hey, you mustn’t barge in like that, they’re discussing matters inside.”
However, before she could finish her sentence, Taylor Ware had already run into the tea room.
Greg Jensen was chatting with Norman Hols while holding a teacup, and had just taken a sip when he saw the door to the tea room pushed open and Taylor Ware peeking her head in.
Their eyes t, and they both paused for a mont.
Taylor Ware swiftly withdrew her head and closed the door behind her.
Chestor Ware glanced at the doorway and chuckled wryly, “That girl…”
Augustus Wolfe laughed, “It’s Taylor, and I thought it was soone else.”
“Who else could it be, such a big girl and not the least bit steady.”
Chestor Ware sighed helplessly, “My biggest wish right now is to see Taylor get married and have children.
Alas, I don’t know if this wish will ever co true.”
“Taylor is such a good girl, are you afraid she won’t be able to get married?” Augustus Wolfe wondered.
Chestor Ware glanced at him and teased, “Why don’t you marry her off to your son?”
“Forget it, forget it.”
Augustus Wolfe quickly shook his head, “Ever since she gave Nicky Wolfe a beating last ti, our Nicky trembles at the ntion of her na.”
“Hahaha, look at you talking about my dear niece Taylor, she’s not as fierce as you say.”
“Disagree? Let your son try his luck?”
The few magnates did not hesitate to tease Chestor Ware, laughing and joking.
Chestor Ware wasn’t offended; he joked about his own daughter more fiercely than the others did.
Outside the door, Taylor Ware, hearing their conversation, turned bluish with rage and gritted her teeth, “A bunch of decrepit old n, I’m going to beat up your sons one day.”
Lan Jie ca over and asked, “Taylor, what are you muttering about here?”
“Alt, it’s nothing.”
“Mr. Jensen is also inside, did you see him?”
Taylor Ware, hearing her ntion Greg Jensen, felt an unbidden nervousness rise, and stuttered, “Saw… saw him, what about it?”
Lan Jie smiled, “What do you think of Mr. Jensen?”
“What do I think? What do you an?”
“As a boyfriend?”
Lan Jie praised as if enurating precious treasures, “I heard from your dad, Mr. Jensen is handso and capable, with exceptional character and manners.
Your dad and I both think he’s not bad, a good man.”
“Lan Jie, don’t talk nonsense, ah, you want to be that LSP’s girlfriend? No way!”
Taylor Ware was very firm in her rejection, but her pretty face suddenly flushed, like a shy girl thinking about her own boyfriend.
Lan Jie, being experienced, could see her thoughts but chose not to expose them, simply brushing it off, “If you’re not willing, then it’s settled, and I’ll tell your dad to stop ddling.”
As she said that, she turned and walked back toward the living room.
Taylor Ware opened her mouth towards Lan Jie’s retreating back, hesitated, but in the end still didn’t speak her mind.
After dinner, Greg Jensen prepared to drive away.
Chestor Ware saw that he had been drinking and intended to arrange a driver for him, but then he realized that all the tycoons had driven themselves over.
Several people had divided up the drivers from their household.
“Taylor, go and give Mr. Jensen a ride,” Chestor Ware said.
Taylor Ware looked shocked, “You want to take him?”
Chestor Ware frowned and said, “Listen, little brother Greg drank too much, and drunk driving is sothing you absolutely cannot do.”
“Alright,” she agreed reluctantly.
Looking at the groggy Greg Jensen, despite her great reluctance, Taylor Ware had no choice but to agree and unwillingly took the driver’s seat.
She had been driving for quite so ti, and the H6 Greg had bought was an automatic, so it was easy to drive.
But Taylor Ware was extrely nervous, feeling as though her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
It took a lot of effort to enter Love Ho Garden, and she slightly relaxed and asked, “Which building do you live in?”
“Hey, I’m talking to you…”
Turning her head to look back, Taylor Ware beca instantly infuriated when she realized that Greg Jensen had actually fallen asleep in the passenger seat.
Greg Jensen indeed drank quite a bit, and he was in a good mood too, wanting to experience the feeling of being slightly drunk, so he didn’t use his True Qi to sober up.
When he woke up, he found Taylor Ware glaring at him with anger.
“Uh, sorry about that, I fell asleep.”
“It’s fine, just tell which building you live in, and I’ll take you back,” she said.
Greg glanced outside and smiled, “It’s this one right here, thanks. Drive slowly on your way back.”
“Mm.”
Taylor Ware didn’t want to bother with him, but she still sohow found herself responding with a grunt.
“Right, you can take my car back first. If you have ti tomorrow, just help bring it to Reverie Inn. It’s too late now and it’s not safe for you to take a taxi by yourself.”
“Not safe?”
Taylor Ware, as if hearing so novel concept, was about to brag about how formidable her fighting skills were, but then she caught Greg Jensen’s peculiar gaze.
She imdiately stopped talking and nodded, “Mm, I’ll bring it over tomorrow. I’m leaving now.”
“Okay, take care on your way back.”
“Mm.”
After turning the car around and leaving Love Ho Garden, Taylor Ware’s lips curled up slightly as she murmured to herself, “Hmph, he’s quite considerate after all. Not so annoying, I guess.”
Suddenly recalling her sister’s words, her cheeks flushed red as she scoffed, “That still doesn’t make him boyfriend material, LSP.”
After Greg Jensen got ho, he found Lois Abbott already asleep. So he poured himself a cup of tea and sat by the window, gazing at the nightscape outside and lost in thought.
After so rough estimation, he figured that Kenny Walker’s total assets were close to thirty million, and taking thirty percent, he would have at least seven to eight million. That amount of money should be enough to open a hotel in Jamae City.
It was better to act sooner rather than later. Hotel renovations, staff recruitnt—every aspect needed ti.
With more than four months until the New Year, the holiday season was a peak period. If he could open before the New Year, at the very least he could enjoy a wave of seasonal bonus traffic.
After thinking for a while, Greg Jensen decided to go back to his room to sleep, planning to discuss the matter with Lois the next day.
But he hadn’t felt like he’d slept for long when Lois woke him up with her hair.
“Why are you up so early?” Greg asked, his eyes still bleary.
“It’s not early anymore; it’s past eight o’clock,” Lois said with a smile.
“Ah, have I slept that long?”
“What do you think?” she replied, voice filled with disbelief.
“Quick, go wash up, and co with to et soone,” Lois urged.
“Who are we eting?” he asked.
“Kingsley Harrison, the forr vice president of the hotel. His dad fell sick, and he’s been taking care of his father at ho.
Yesterday my dad called and said that Kingsley’s father seems to be very ill, and he wants you to go and have a look.”
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