Chapter 498: Chapter 498 Trying Out New Tea With Fresh Fire_1
“Two Grandmasters, two and a half step Grandmasters, plus Brandon Brent, Theo Carter, and others, my team finally looks sowhat decent.”
Although still not comparable to the Stuart family, within this Qin Province, there are no longer any rivals, not even the Green family from before.
“I wonder how Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley are doing with their cultivation.”
Both of their cultivations were simplified versions of the Guidance Technique, and with the help of Qi Blood Pills, they had also entered the threshold.
Though they were only at the first level of Qi Refinent, they were much stronger than ordinary people, but they had only learned the cultivation technique and not any fighting techniques like boxing.
While they had more than enough strength for maintaining health, it was insufficient for self-protection.
It was different for Brandon Brent and Theo Carter. With Xavier Cooper, the little genius watching over them, their use of daggers had beco quite skillful.
With this in mind, Greg Jensen could rest assured letting them out to scout for information.
After dinner, Greg Jensen didn’t stay at the villa, but returned to the Simmons family villa to practice Dual Cultivation with Alia Simmons.
Patricia Stuart had things to do at ho, and Alia Simmons’s cultivation had greatly improved, exuding a sort of “all birds have vanished into the sky” aura, which caught Greg Jensen off guard.
After several rounds, she eventually succumbed, curling up like an obedient cat and falling sound asleep in Greg Jensen’s arms.
Greg Jensen swallowed the last Qi Condensing Pill, sat on the balcony, and started to practice the Guidance Technique.
After months of dual cultivation and training, he was now infinitely close to the ninth level of Qi Refinent.
Every ti they finished Dual Cultivation, Greg Jensen always had the illusion “next ti I’ll make it,” and this ti was no different.
It seed that goal was close at hand, a case of “watching the mountain run dead horse,” perhaps it’s just the way it is.
It appeared like he was about to reach it, yet it was always just short of success.
As the sky started to brighten, Greg Jensen went to bed, cuddling Alia Simmons until they fell deeply asleep.
He had only just fallen asleep not long ago when Alia Simmons got up to prepare a self-serve al, then wiped her mouth and got out of bed to wash up.
Once ready, she went to the market with the housekeeper to buy ingredients to make soup for Greg Jensen.
Greg Jensen turned over and continued sleeping.
No sooner had he fallen asleep than he suddenly heard so noise at the door.
Thinking it was Alia Simmons who had forgotten sothing, he paid it no mind, but those footsteps ca to the bed, and then soone pounced onto the bed.
“Lazy pig! Aren’t you going to get up? The sun is shining on your butt.”
Greg Jensen, utterly baffled, turned his head to see that it was actually Patricia Stuart who was laying on top of him.
Patricia Stuart was also stunned, “Why are you here? Where’s Lia?”
“She went out to buy groceries.”
“Ah, I’m sorry, I… I thought Lia was sleeping.”
Patricia Stuart looked flustered, struggling to get up.
Greg Jensen wrapped his arm around her neck with a mischievous smile, “I happen to be full of frustration, so since you’re here, you might as well stay.”
“Ah, Mr. Jensen, no…”
Patricia Stuart let out a scream, but how could she be a match for Greg Jensen?
The two hadn’t crossed the ultimate line, but had been intimate several tis before, and by now, Greg Jensen knew his way around.
In just a mont, Patricia Stuart was rendered pliant on the bed, looking as if she was at soone’s rcy.
Who knows what she was thinking; despite it being autumn, she still wore a pleated skirt and blouse.
Instead of cute white knee-high socks, she wore black tights, which wrapped her legs, making them look full and shapely.
Greg Jensen couldn’t bother with disrobing and easily surged through the layers of resistance, plowing open new ground.
Those little feet wrapped in black tights arched slightly, her dainty toes barely visible inside, sculpted as if from ivory.
“Mr. Jensen…”
Patricia Stuart moaned softly, her cheeks flushed with heat, her eyes squinting as she murmured:
“Hurry up… Lia will be back soon.”
…
Alia Simmons bought so pears and loquats, then went to a pharmacy to buy so fritillary bulbs, and afterwards returned to the villa with the maid who had bought groceries.
The maid was busy in the kitchen putting away the freshly bought vegetables, while Alia put down her things and prepared to go back to her bedroom to see if Greg was up.
Inside the bedroom.
Patricia Stuart lay motionless on top of Greg, looking extrely content.
Greg enjoyed the warmth and softness in his arms, gleefully lit a cigarette, and had taken only a couple of drags when he heard a car pulling up outside the door.
He peeked out and his face couldn’t help but change. He raised a hand to pat Patricia’s backside and said, “Hurry up and get going, Lia’s back.”
“Ah…”
Patricia quickly got up, her legs sore, and without even having ti to put on her clothes properly, she just covered herself and prepared to leave the bedroom.
The next second, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking at the crimson stain on the bedsheet and said blankly, “What about the bedsheet?”
“You go ahead, I’ll take care of it and co back over,” he said.
“Okay.”
Patricia imdiately understood and hurried back to her own room.
Just as she had left, Alia entered through the door, saw Greg smoking, and couldn’t help frowning as she said,
“Mr. Jensen, why are you smoking so early in the morning…”
Before she could finish, she suddenly paused, her delicate nose twitching a few tis in the air, as she questioned, “What’s that sll?”
Greg smirked and said, “Don’t you rember what you did before going to the market?
“Ah, I forgot. I’ll clean it up now.”
Alia’s face turned red, and she was about to pull the bedsheet off and replace it with a new one.
The damning red was just under the quilt, and uncovering it would spill the beans. Although Greg wasn’t afraid of Alia finding out, it still seed inappropriate.
He quickly said, “Let’s talk about it later, I might want to sleep a bit more after finishing my cigarette.”
“Well… okay then, you sleep. I’ll go make the soup,” she said.
As they were talking, a knock at the door suddenly sounded.
Alia opened the door and saw Patricia, her face imdiately brightened with a smile, “Cousin, when did you get here?”
“Ah, I… I’ve just arrived as well.”
Patricia glanced at Greg and laughed, “Mr. Jensen, you’re not up yet?”
Greg smiled aningfully, “I just don’t dare to get up now, I’ll be up later.”
Patricia blushed, intentionally shrugging her nose, then perplexedly said, “Hey, what’s this sll in the room?”
“No… there’s nothing, you must be mistaken,” Alia replied.
Seeing Patricia’s blushing face, Alia thought she had sniffed out sothing and blushed even more.
Greg couldn’t help but laugh out loud, which earned him two big eye rolls.
He quickly said, “Um… could you both step out for a bit? I need to get dressed.”
Alia quickly said, “Um, okay, just call after you’re dressed so I can tidy up the room.”
“There’s no need; you were going to make soup, right? You go take care of that, I’ll clean up,” said Patricia.
“Alright, thank you, Cousin,” Alia said, thinking the bedsheets were clean aside from the unpleasant sll and should be fine, so she agreed.
After she left, Greg was putting on his clothes when Patricia ca back.
“Move over quick; before Lia cos up, I need to throw the bedsheets in the washing machine,” she said.
“What’s the rush? We’ve already dirtied them, might as well go another round,” he responded.
Patricia was startled and about to run off when a large hand directly encircled her slender waist and pressed her onto the bed.
“Mr. Jensen, mmm…”
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