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Chapter 208: Imagining_1

“We can just go by ourselves, why bring him along?”

Vivian Shimpson felt sowhat displeased seeing Greg Jensen was also coming.

Louisa Burley smiled and said, “The more, the rrier. Otherwise, it’s just the two of us, what fun is that?”

“Fine.”

Vivian Shimpson looked at Louisa Burley, sighed, and grudgingly agreed.

The four of them took a car and arrived at Tianhe KTV.

Talk about coincidence, this KTV was owned by the Carter Family. As soon as they walked in, they saw Theo Carter standing to the side, talking to a beautiful waitress.

“Theo, hitting on girls again?” Spencer Burley said with a chuckle.

Greg Jensen frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, “Since when did you two beco so familiar?”

Spencer Burley replied, “Man, ever since we t that day, this kid got himself a mbership card for the club. He’s been running there every other day. It would be hard not to beco familiar.”

At this mont, Theo Carter heard Spencer Burley’s voice, turned his head, and upon spotting Greg Jensen, he imdiately beca excited.

He wanted to greet Greg Jensen but was afraid that Greg would be annoyed; he hesitated for a mont before mustering up the courage to approach.

He bowed his head respectfully to Greg Jensen as a greeting, and then turned to Spencer Burley with a smile:

“Magnus, why didn’t you give a heads up before coming? I could have reserved a big room for you.”

“Haha, there’s just four of us, we don’t need a big room. Any room will do.”

“Alright, then co with , I’ll personally take you upstairs.”

After saying that, Theo Carter stole another glance at Greg Jensen, relieved to see he didn’t seem angry, then turned and led the four into the elevator.

“This dium room isn’t usually open to the public; it’s reserved for entertaining our own friends. You guys can use this one.”

“Okay, thanks,” Spencer Burley said with a smile.

“Why be so formal with ? Alright, you guys sit tight for a bit, and I’ll have the waitress bring up the food soon.”

“Sure thing.”

Theo Carter smiled, subtly glanced at Greg Jensen again, then turned and left.

Vivian Shimpson watched Theo Carter’s retreating figure, a look of confusion on her face, and asked, “Magnus, was that Wallace Carter’s son just now?”

“Yes, it was. What about him?” Spencer Burley asked curiously.

“Nothing.”

Vivian Shimpson looked at Greg Jensen and lightly shook her head, then pulling Louisa Burley to a corner, she asked in a low voice:

“Why do I feel like Theo Carter was acting a bit strange just now?”

“Strange in what way?”

Louisa Burley looked at her with surprise and replied blankly, “I thought he was quite warm and enthusiastic.”

“Not that.”

Vivian Shimpson, looking at Greg Jensen, said softly, “I think Theo Carter’s gaze towards Greg Jensen was a bit strange.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

Louisa Burley looked at Greg Jensen as well and smiled, “Maybe they know each other.”

“No, I think it’s more than just knowing each other.”

Vivian Shimpson shook her head, “The way Theo Carter looked at Greg Jensen, it clearly carried a sense of fear.”

“Really?”

“Yes, if Theo Carter wasn’t afraid of Greg Jensen, why wouldn’t he make proper eye contact? Why look at him with that fearful glance?”

Hearing this, Louisa Burley beca stunned and blankly replied, “I didn’t pay attention just now, but even if he’s afraid of Big Brother Greg, it shouldn’t matter, right?”

“It’s not like you haven’t done anything wrong, so you don’t need to worry.”

“I’m not worried, I just think it’s a bit strange, that’s all.”

“No need to find it strange, let’s hurry up and choose so songs.”

Louisa Burley smiled and dashed off to select songs.

Watching her happy deanor, Vivian Shimpson silently resolved that she must take the ti to properly advise her to keep away from Greg Jensen.

She glanced at Greg Jensen and muttered under her breath with a cold snort, “Louisa is such a pitiable person, and yet you still deceive her, scum!”

Greg Jensen, sitting off to the side, didn’t notice Vivian Shimpson’s expression, and even if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.

At that mont, he was intently listening to Louisa Burley sing, his face adorned with a faint smile.

It must be said that both girls sang very well, and they were microphone dominators, singing one song after another.

Greg Jensen really wasn’t very good at singing, so when he went to KTV, he was purely there to enhance the atmosphere. On top of that, he was too lazy to get involved with Vivian, so he just sat there drinking.

As for Spencer Burley, he could only accompany Greg Jensen in clapping and keeping rhythm.

Both n were sowhat bored. They exchanged glances and simultaneously went out to the corridor to have a smoke.

Just as they got to the corridor, Theo Carter popped out from nearby, with an extrely tactful gesture he pulled out cigarettes, offering one to each of them, and then helped them light up.

His respectful attitude was sothing not easily emulated by the average person.

Three grown n stood there in the corridor smoking, Theo Carter casually chatting with Spencer Burley, occasionally addressing Greg Jensen with the utmost respect, as if he were facing his own father.

His manner caused the passing waitstaff to be secretly shocked, each speculating about Greg Jensen’s identity.

Right then, Vivian Shimpson ca out to make a phone call. When she saw Theo Carter nodding and bowing in the distance, she stopped in her tracks.

“Why is Theo Carter so respectful toward Greg Jensen?”

Vivian’s mind raced, and she quickly arrived at a possibility, “Huh, still denying he’s a liar? If he hadn’t lied and deceived Theo Carter, why would the Carter Family’s young master be so subservient?”

Watching Theo Carter’s obsequious smile, her suspicions grew stronger and she even pieced together a life trajectory for Greg Jensen.

She figured that after Greg Jensen regained his faculties, he began to pretend and swindle, slowly accumulating worth, before returning to Jamae City.

First, he tricked Theo Carter, then through Theo’s connections, got in touch with Spencer Burley, and finally managed to enter the Burley household, deceiving everyone there.

“Damn swindler, I’ll expose you sooner or later!”

Vivian clenched her teeth and turned back into the private room.

Inside the room, Louisa Burley was singing.

Vivian paused the music and said, “Louisa, you must be very careful in the future. No matter what Greg Jensen says, you cannot believe him.”

Louisa looked at her in surprise and asked, “What happened?”

“I just saw Theo Carter nodding and bowing to Greg Jensen, like he was in front of a direct boss.”

“That… maybe they’re just ssing around?”

Louisa tried to explain for Greg Jensen.

Vivian frowned and said, “Louisa, do you think that’s possible? Theo Carter is one of Jamae City’s second-generation elitists, but what about Greg Jensen?

He’s just a college student from the countryside, and he hasn’t even graduated yet. What standing does he have to make Theo Carter bow and scrape like that?

If he’s not a liar, tell , how did he manage to do that?”

Louisa, who had always been sheltered and of a kind disposition, was not adept at argunt, and for the mont she didn’t know how to respond.

“Anyway… anyway, I think Brother Greg is a good person.”

“Oh, you…!”

Vivian was thoroughly frustrated, looking indignant. Once she cald down, her expression suddenly changed, and she gazed intently at Louisa, asking, “Louisa, tell the truth—are you falling for Greg Jensen?”

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