Chapter 51 The Betrayal of Family_1
Translator: 549690339
Greg Jensen was planning on Dual Cultivating tonight, hoping to directly break through to the third layer of Qi Refinent. If not, he’d wait until tomorrow to go back to the village and take so dicine.
Lois Abbott, who had tasted the sweetness of it, had even bought sexy lingerie, eagerly awaiting the exploration of new territory tonight-only for Greg Jensen to be taken away by Chestor Ware.
“Be good, I’ll accompany you tomorrow night.”
“Hmph!”
Greg Jensen inwardly sighed. Originally, Lois Abbott was the one
accompanying him to sleep, but after these past few lessons, the two of them had executed a complete role reversal.
As the wealthiest man in Riverhaven County, Chestor Ware’s ho was certainly not small, but it wasn’t until Greg Jensen arrived at the villa that he realized how modest his own sense of scale had been.
Compared to Chestor Ware’s three-story house, Boss Liu’s place was a shabby kennel at best.
In front of the white European-style villa was a twenty-ter-long swimming pool, which was bordered by a shrubbery-enclosed lawn.
A winding stone path extended deep into the lawn.
Antique street lamps had been installed around the swimming pool and along both sides of the stone path.
Under the dim yellow light, the clear pool water gently swayed with the breeze, imparting an indescribable sense of tranquility.
Even though Greg Jensen quietly reminded himself to remain calm, stepping into such an environnt still gave him the feeling of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Chestor Ware didn’t look down on him for this but instead patiently shared amusing stories from when he built the villa.
“Mr. Jensen, shall we go to the study to talk for a while?”
“Sure.”
Chestor Ware gave a knowing glance, which Greg Jensen naturally followed like water, accompanying him to the study.
Once inside the study, Chestor Ware personally closed the door and sent the dostic staff far away before turning around and saying:
“Mr. Jensen, how should we proceed with the investigation?”
Greg Jensen pondered for a mont and then asked, “Lingering Immortal Dew can only enter the body through food and drink, so let’s start with that. Do you usually eat at ho?”
While reminiscing, Chestor Ware said, “I often need to entertain, so most of the ti I am dining out. Only occasionally, when resting, do I eat at ho.”
Greg Jensen frowned and said, “Then the poison must not have been administered during regular als, since the poisoning incidents seem to happen about half a month apart.
If by chance you didn’t eat at ho during that half-month period, the opportunity to poison you would be missed. Do you have the habit of eatmg late-night snacks?”
“Late-night snacks? Occasionally…”
Chestor Ware suddenly thought of sothing and abruptly looked up, saying,
“I drink a bowl of ginseng soup every night, without fail.”
Greg Jensen frowned and said, “Ginseng soup? if that’s the case, then it’s very likely that there’s sothing wrong with the soup. Who usually prepares the ginseng soup for you?”
“I’m not sure about that, it could be Sister Lan or Sister Xiang.
Chestor Ware said sowhat embarrassingly, “We have quite a few dostic staff, so basically whoever is available does it for .”
“Hmm, have soone send in a bowl of ginseng soup for us to check.
“Alright, I’ll tell them right away.”
Chestor Ware went to the door and spoke to soone downstairs.
After a little while, a woman in her forties ca in with a small stew pot in her hands.
“Mr. Ware, your ginseng soup.”
“Ah, thank you, Sister Lan. You should get so rest early, too.”
Sister Lan nodded, casting a glance at Greg Jensen before silently exiting the
room.
Once she left, Chestor Ware went over to lock the door and then presented the ginseng soup to Greg Jensen.
“Mr. Jensen, do you see anything wrong with this ginseng soup?”
Greg Jensen hesitated for a mont, scooped a little of the soup with a spoon, and tasted it, then closed his eyes, concentrating on the changes within his body.
After a short while, he suddenly felt a trace of coldness erge from his Dantian and twine around his True Qi.
The cold presence was incredibly subtle and would go undetected without close inspection.
Greg Jensen frowned, circulated his True Qi, and forced the chill out.
“Is there sothing wrong with the soup?”
“Yes, there’s sothing wrong.”
Upon hearing Greg Jensen’s words, Chestor Ware’s complexion instantly changed and he said in dismay:
“That’s impossible. Sister Lan is a neighbor from my childhood. Although we are not related by blood, we are almost as close as siblings. How could she harm ?”
Greg Jensen hesitated for a mont, then said, “Well, since you think it’s impossible, let’s give it another try.”
“How should we try?” Chestor Ware asked blankly.
Greg Jensen said in a deep voice, “First, you get Sister Lan to do sothing else, then have Sister Xiang make another bowl of ginseng soup and tell her that the previous bowl was drank by .
“Will that work?”
“Let’s try. If all goes well, we should be able to find that person very soon.”
“Alright.”
Chestor Ware returned quickly and sat opposite Greg Jensen, casually chatting as if nothing was amiss.
However, his eyes were full of red blood vessels, and he looked extrely haggard. They had lived together for many years, having long since regarded each other as family.
But now, he had been betrayed by his own family!
Yet, reality was this cruel.
No matter the outco, among Sister Lan and Sister Xiang, one of them had betrayed Chestor Ware.
After a while, Sister Xiang ca in with a stew pot, placed it on the coffee table, and smiled, “Mr. Ware, your ginseng soup.”
“Hmm.”
“Then I’ll go downstairs first.”
Sister Xiang smiled, gave Greg Jensen a smile too, and then turned to leave.
Greg Jensen watched her leave and suddenly thought of sothing, calling out, “Sister Xiang, wait a mont.”
“Do you have any orders?”
“Nothing much, 1 just wanted to ask if you made this bowl of ginseng soup? Sister Xiang paused for a mont, then said, “Of course, 1 made it myself.” “Nevermind then, you may go.”
“All right, Mr. Jensen.”
After Sister Xiang left, Greg Jensen tasted the ginseng soup again.
The result was that it was still poisoned.
-Mr. Jensen, doesn’t this an that Sister Lan and Sister Xiang are not the problem?”
“Not necessarily.”
Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Co on, let’s go to the kitchen and have a look.”
“Alright.”
The two went to the kitchen and saw Sister Xiang tidying up.
Greg Jensen suddenly said, “Sister Xiang, you didn’t stew that ginseng soup, did you?”
-Ah, yes… I did stew it, what’s the matter?” Sister Xiang’s eyes shifted nervously.
Seeing sothing was off, Chestor Ware spoke sternly, “Tell the truth. Whatever Mr. Jensen asks you, answer it truthfully, or don’t bla for being unsympathetic.”
At that mont, Sister Lan walked in and said, “Ware, don’t be hard on Sister Xiang. Let explain.
Lately, it’s been difficult to find old ginseng, so we’ve been buying so semi-finished ginseng paste.
I thought the effects were quite good, so I didn’t tell you about it.
A few days ago, Jade Hall did send over a ten-year-old ginseng, but there were still so of that ginseng paste left, so tonight’s soup was still made with the ginseng paste and chicken broth.
If you feel the effects aren’t good, I can use that old ginseng to make you a new bowl.”
Greg Jensen was taken aback and asked, “Ginseng paste? May I take a look at it?”
“Please wait.”
Sister Lan said, and took out a bottle from the refrigerator, which contained a black paste.
Greg Jensen opened the bottle, scooped out a bit to taste, and indeed found the problem.
“The problem is with this ginseng paste.”
“So that ans…”
Chestor Ware’s eyes suddenly lit up..
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