Chapter 241 - Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Uninvited Guest_1

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Uninvited Guest_1

On the other side, Greg Jensen drove to the courtyard home and rang the doorbell for ages before a little green dinosaur finally staggered over to open the door.

“Oh, isn’t this Boss Greg who has three girlfriends? What brings you to flip my sign over?”

“You still dare to ask? Did you have fun playing with fire this afternoon?” Greg said with a dark face.

Liliana Grey giggled, “It was alright, pretty interesting anyway.”

Greg snorted, “Haven’t you heard a saying?”

“What saying?” Liliana Grey was taken aback.

“Playing with fire is asking for a beating!”

Before the words had died away, Greg strode forward, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and gave her rear a few hearty smacks.

“Ah, you little stinker, put me down, I’m so embarrassed!”

Liliana’s beautiful face turned red instantaneously as she struggled fiercely, to no avail.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson; today you’ve got to understand who’s the head of this household.”

Greg casually closed the door and carried her into the house.

“Put me down quickly, you little stinker, please…”

The sounds of joy and surprise filled the night sky as the atmosphere in the house gradually turned amorous.

Early the next morning, Greg got up early and took a new suit from the car, dressing himself neatly.

Liliana Grey stood in front of Greg like a dutiful little wife, standing on tiptoes to tie his tie for him.

Once done, she took two steps back, admiring her handiwork as if eyeing her own creation, and praised, “Looking sharp, I did pick it out.”

“Uh, are you talking about the clothes or me?”

Am I being treated as merchandise now?

Greg’s face darkened; he felt he should avoid this woman in the future or she might drive him to his grave.

Liliana Grey said cheerily, “Alright, you can head out now; I’ll tidy up a bit and follow.”

With that, she rose onto her tiptoes again and planted a kiss on Greg’s lips.

The cool touch of her soft lips made Greg’s heart flutter, and he smirked, “How about we have breakfast first?”

“Eat my foot, get moving!”

Liliana’s cheeks blazed like the sun, as she pushed and shoved Greg out of the courtyard home.

Coming back to her senses, she glanced at the disheveled bedding and, recalling last night’s scenes, her cheeks grew even rosier.

“Pah, he’s corrupted me!”

Muttering to herself, Liliana spat and headed for the shower.

…

As the most infamous haunted house in Jamae City, almost every Jamae local could recount one or two stories about Dreamscape Garden.

And with the news of its change in ownership, every move of the garden immediately garnered massive attention.

Because of this, without much advertising, the news of Dreamscape Garden’s opening spread throughout Jamae City like wildfire.

On the one hand, people were curious whether the notorious haunted house was still haunted.

On the other, they were eager to know who had bought Dreamscape Garden.

Early in the morning, around seven, even before Dreamscape Garden’s gates were open, there were already a dozen cars parked outside, all belonging to those who had nothing better to do than to come and see the spectacle.

The staff were a bit nervous, but Kingsley Harrison was bursting with joy on the inside, thinking that Greg’s decision to purchase Dreamscape Garden was genius.

With such an inherently intriguing place, it almost needed no promotion; there would be no lack of customers wanting to check it out initially.

Greg was also shocked to see so many people, but he quickly relaxed.

In a strict sense, this was his first time opening a store independently, and it was the largest one yet.

His heart was a little nervous, but even more so, it was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Ever since Joel Edwards regained his sense of taste, he had picked up his old craftsmanship and even spent half a month at Reverie Inn learning medicinal cuisine.

His culinary skills were undoubtedly top-notch and were sure to satisfy the palate of any gourmet.

The waiters at Dreamscape Garden had also been trained by a professional etiquette teacher.

In the words of the etiquette teacher, “These people wouldn’t even have a flaw picked out in an ancient royal court.

If placed in a hotel, their service quality would absolutely be at the pinnacle of the domestic industry.”

Greg Jensen didn’t know what “pinnacle of service quality in the industry” meant, but he had Joel Edwards, the peak of the culinary world, by his side.

If one were to make a comparison with chefs, then the waiters at Dreamscape Garden were probably the Joel Edwards of the service industry.

Together with Kingsley Harrison, who had served as the vice president of a hotel for many years, nearly all the employees at Dreamscape Garden were elites within the industry.

What was even more interesting was that the vegetables used at Dreamscape Garden were also premium vegetables hastened by the Small Cloud Rain Skill.

In other words, from top to bottom, everyone at Dreamscape Garden was an elite among their peers.

Such a business would be hard-pressed not to make money!

That’s what Greg Jensen thought.

At eight-thirty in the morning, strings of firecrackers with a hundred thousand bangs were simultaneously lit by several security guards.

The deafening explosions, fluttering red paper scraps, and the rising wisps of blue smoke announced that Dreamscape Garden was officially open for business.

Greg Jensen and Kingsley Harrison personally stood at the entrance to welcome guests, while Adrian Wright, Spencer Burley, and Brandon Brent stood on either side, acting as temporary greeters.

The guests arriving today were all acquaintances, and having them serve as greeters was also appropriate.

As the firecracker noise ceased, one by one the guests, who came to offer congratulations, walked over from the parking lot.

Leading the way were none other than Brandon Brent’s father, Micah Brent, as well as Riverhaven County’s wealthiest, Chestor Ware, and following them were the tycoons of Riverhaven County.

After the downfall of Bernard Walker, these individuals had all received some benefits, and though in the end Greg Jensen received the lion’s share, their hearts were still filled with gratitude.

Therefore, even though they had the furthest to travel, they arrived the earliest.

Just as they were about to reach the entrance, a black sedan suddenly stopped at the door, blocking their way.

Soon after, a small truck parked behind it.

The next second, Cindy Harrison stepped out of the car.

With an indifferent expression, she glanced around, a trace of disdain curling at the corner of her mouth as she strode haughtily to Greg Jensen.

Behind her, Judy Lampe directed the laborers in carrying wooden crates from the truck.

Whenever Greg Jensen saw Cindy Harrison, he would remember the image of her being with an old man, and a wave of nausea inevitably surged within him.

Kingsley Harrison knew of their feud and seeing Cindy Harrison arrive, his face immediately turned sour as he said:

“What are you doing here? Leave at once, you are not welcome here!”

Cindy Harrison acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing, her beautiful eyes filled with a provocative look as she gazed at Greg Jensen.

“Isn’t it customary for a restaurant opening to welcome guests from all directions? Surely Dreamscape Garden hasn’t categorized guests into ranks, has it?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, we just don’t welcome you, that’s all!”

Kingsley Harrison looked at her coldly, saying, “Leave now, or I will call security!”

Greg Jensen patted his shoulder and said calmly, “It’s okay, let her in.

I hear Miss Harrison also runs a restaurant. Let her come in and see for herself what the pinnacle of private dining looks like.”

“Ha, you think this haunted house can set the standard for private dining? What a joke!”