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He was about to stand up and greet her when he suddenly thought of Lois Abbott. Examining Louisa’s gaze towards Greg Jensen, he quickly understood and couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief.

He almost stole another one of Mr. Jensen’s women!

Brandon silently labeled Louisa Burley in his mind while warning himself never to touch any woman acquainted with Greg Jensen in the future.

If he accidentally messed with one of Mr. Jensen’s women, he really wouldn’t know how he died.

But how come Mr. Jensen has so many women? It seems that any random woman he encounters is related to him, and all of them are so beautiful.

“Hello, Amande, I’m Taylor Ware. Don’t be so formal, please have a seat.”

Taylor Ware looked at the graceful and generously behaved Louisa Burley and couldn’t help but compare herself.

After a short while, she gave up the idea of competing.

There was no way she could compare!

Louisa Burley was more delicate in appearance, gentler, more favorable to men, and surpassed Taylor in every aspect…

Except for the fact that Taylor had longer legs, she was outclassed by Louisa Burley in every other area.

Of course, she could also throw a punch better than Louisa Burley.

But is that really considered an advantage for a woman?

“Amande, you sit on the inside; Magnus and the others will be here soon, too.”

Greg Jensen said to Kevin Lampe, “Lampe, do make yourself comfortable and join us for a bite.”

“Mr. Jensen, please go ahead with your business, don’t worry about me,” Kevin Lampe said with a smile.

Just then, the room door was suddenly pushed open, a blast of cold air rushed in, and a woman stepped inside, accompanied by the cold wind and followed by Kingsley Harrison.

Upon seeing this person, Greg Jensen felt somewhat guilty and forced a smile, “Miss Grey, you’re here. I was busy entertaining guests and couldn’t welcome you personally.”

Liliana Grey was wearing a fur coat over her attire. After taking it off, she revealed the white blazer she wore underneath.

She exuded a sharp, professionally chic air, yet with the unique softness of a mature woman.

For a moment, her presence seemed to outshine everyone else.

“Boss Jensen, congratulations on the grand opening.”

She casually offered her congratulations, her distant gaze slowly sweeping over each person present.

Taylor Ware’s brows furrowed slightly, a voice inside telling her she didn’t like this woman.

Vivian Shimpson’s expression also cooled, feeling a natural resistance within her.

Only Louisa Burley looked at Liliana Grey with curiosity and asked, “Sister, are you sitting here? Why don’t you sit next to me, then?”

Liliana Grey’s face blossomed into a smile, as if melting snow, raising the temperature in the room by several degrees.

She looked at Louisa Burley with a cheerful twinkle in her eyes and a hint of delight, saying, “Since my sister has asked, I’ll sit next to you.”

After saying that, she turned to Greg Jensen and asked with a smile, “Boss Jensen doesn’t mind, right?”

“Haha, no, not at all; you can sit wherever you like. Please take a seat; I’ll go check on Director Wang over there.”

Greg sensed an odd tension in the atmosphere and quickly made an excuse to leave the room and return to the small building up front.

He first made a round to Director Wang’s place and then called out Spencer Burley and Adrian Wright, instructing them to take good care of the guests on the back hill.

Adrian Wright nodded in agreement.

Spencer Burley, however, didn’t take it seriously, saying, “Aren’t they just my sister and her friends? They’re all from our own circle; no need for special care.”

Greg Jensen was somewhat speechless, unsure how to explain. He hesitated for a moment and then said, “Nathan Humphrey’s mother is here too.”

“Nathan Humphrey’s mom?”

Spencer Burley looked bewildered as he said, “Are you talking about CEO Qin?”

“Yeah, she insisted on sitting with Louisa Burley and her group, I had no choice, so keep a close watch on them both.”

“Uh…”

Not long ago, they had just won over five million from Nathan Humphrey, hearing that Liliana Grey had arrived made him feel somewhat guilty.

“Greg, she’s not here to demand that five million back, is she?”

“What are you thinking? CEO Qin is nothing like you, with no class.”

Spencer Burley was taken aback, giving Greg Jensen a strange look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Greg Jensen asked, clueless.

After hesitating for a moment, Spencer Burley muttered “impossible,” then said, “Nothing, we’ll head over in a bit.”

“The two of you should go over now and talk.”

“This… okay.”

Watching Adrian Wright and Spencer Burley walk towards the back mountain, Greg Jensen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, it was he who had called over Liliana Grey, but he had not told her to run over to that house on the back mountain.

Greg Jensen sighed and grumbled, “Here comes another car crash!”

After saying this, he paused, perplexed: “That’s not right, I don’t have any ambiguous relationships with any of the women in that house, what am I afraid of?”

Greg Jensen was stunned for a moment, then let out a self-deprecating laugh, mocking himself for being overly nervous or maybe just feeling guilty like a thief.

He made a round in the kitchen and saw Joel Edwards sitting at the entrance, a small jug of wine in his left hand and a pair of chopsticks in his right, with a set of bowls and chopsticks placed in front of him.

He would use serving chopsticks to take a little from every dish that passed by him to ensure there were no flaws in any of the dishes.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen decided not to go any further in and turned to leave the kitchen.

With so many years as an executive chef in a five-star hotel, Joel Edwards’s culinary skills were strong; as long as he was diligent and responsible, Dreamscape Garden’s kitchen wouldn’t fall behind.

…

At Harrison’s Homestyle Cuisine, Cindy Harrison looked at the empty parking lot, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

“Why are there so few people today?”

“Cindy, Dreamscape Garden is opening today, and all our regular customers have gone there,” someone said.

Cindy Harrison clenched her teeth and said resentfully, “Greg Jensen, it’s always that bastard Greg Jensen!”

She truly detested Greg Jensen, wishing she could tear him apart and feast on his flesh and blood.

Looking at Cindy Harrison, who was seething with anger, Judy Lampe felt somewhat helpless. Who would have thought that Greg Jensen’s connections were so strong?

She sighed and advised, “Cindy, forget about the past and focus on our business.

We can’t go on like this forever, right? In a few days, I’m afraid all our loyal customers will have been stolen away by Dreamscape Garden.”

Cindy Harrison gradually calmed down, thought for a moment, and then said with a snort, “We’ve hired some of the country’s top chefs. What decent food can those rubbish cooks at Dreamscape Garden make?

Don’t worry, those regulars are just chasing the novelty for now. Believe me, it won’t be long before they come back.”

“That makes sense,” Judy Lampe nodded in agreement.

Actually, aside from the guests invited by Greg Jensen and his associates, the ones dining at Dreamscape Garden today were indeed just looking for something novel.

In the past, Dreamscape Garden was shrouded in all sorts of eerie tales, and the wealthy folks didn’t want to come to such a place.

Now that Dreamscape Garden had become a private kitchen, of course, they were curious to check it out and see what the once infamous haunted house had turned into.