Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Nightingale’s Song_1

Greg Jensen, though still in the Qi Refinement Realm, had senses several times keener than an ordinary person.

A smiling expression, in Greg’s eyes, could be infinitely magnified.

That’s why, even though Alfredo Harrison hid it well, Greg still detected a hint of something.

Watching as Alfredo had walked far away, Greg still hadn’t figured out the reason, so he simply stopped dwelling on it.

Meet the soldiers with tactics, deal with the water with earth-that’s all!

People like Alfredo, Greg truly didn’t take seriously.

“Come, try this—it’s our club’s signature dish.”

Knowing that Greg was coming today, Adrian Wright had ordered the dishes prepared in advance. The three entered the private room, and the servers brought up the exquisitely prepared dishes.

The various delicate dishes were a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, stimulating one’s appetite.

Greg tasted a bite and couldn’t help but be impressed, smiling, “It’s indeed good.”

“Haha, then eat more.” Adrian laughed.

The three hadn’t spent much time together but had the feeling of fast friends, like old buddies reunited after years, dining and chatting away.

Adrian chuckled, “How about I call over a couple of girls for you? Don’t worry, they’re all clean.”

“Forget it, I’m not interested.”

Greg shook his head with a bitter smile.

Spencer Burley laughed mischievously, “We brothers aren’t much interested in that either, but we enjoy some play.”

Greg shook his head, “No, really, I’m not interested.”

Definitively rejected by Greg, Spencer finally gave up the idea of finding him a girl and instead asked, “That thing I mentioned last time, what do you think?”

“What thing?” Greg was puzzled.

“About my sister.”

Spencer laughed, “My sister is really beautiful and very quiet, but not much of an outgoing type, a bit of a homebody…”

“Magnus, stop setting Greg up.”

Adrian glared at Spencer and explained to Greg, “Greg, don’t listen to his nonsense, Amande is actually already betrothed.”

“Uh…” Greg laughed awkwardly.

Spencer sighed, his eyes filled with a hint of apology, “My sister is engaged, but she doesn’t like the guy.”

There was something he didn’t say. his future brother-in-law was not someone ordinary men would dare to provoke.

Yet, for some reason, Spencer felt that Greg wouldn’t be afraid of that man.

From the first moment he saw Greg, he had this feeling, which is why he tried so hard to introduce his sister to Greg.

Greg, unaware of the intrigue, wasn’t interested in getting involved in such matters and simply smiled without saying anything further.

Spencer’s face showed a tinge of bitterness; he lifted a full cup of wine and drank it down in one gulp.

Greg noticed this and couldn’t help but silently lament, who says wealth guarantees happiness?

After the meal, Adrian received a phone call and had to leave on account of some business.

Spencer accompanied Greg to the bath area for a soak. They drank some more, and, feeling even more intoxicated, Spencer was eventually taken to his room to rest by the staff.

Seeing this, Greg also returned to his room, planning to take a nap. Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and a woman in an ultra-short skirt walked in.

She seemed young, around twenty years old, her features carrying a youthful innocence, like a flower yet to bloom.

Approaching Greg, she bowed slightly, revealing ample whiteness, and said respectfully, “Hello, Mr. Greg, I am Technician No. 77- Mister Adrian instructed me to give you a massage before he left.”

“Uh…”

Greg intended to refuse, but then pondered that it was just a massage without any special services; refusing again would actually seem affected.

Hence, he nodded, said “Thankyou,” and proceeded to lie face down on the bed.

The woman had a slender build, wrapped in black silk stockings, her long legs lean and straight, her entire body emanating a faint yet lingering fragrance that was heart-stirringly enticing.

She placed the small box she was holding beside the bed, took off her shoes, and straddled Greg Jensen’s back, beginning to pick out massage oils from the box.

“Mr. Jensen, what scent do you like?”

Her pleasant voice rang out, and Greg Jensen was momentarily lost in thought, feeling the slickness on his back and blurted, “The scent on you is quite nice.” The woman seemed caught off guard by this response, pausing for a moment, then her lips curved into an attractive arc as she chuckled.

“That won’t do, it’s a new Dreamy Charm series from a major brand, specially prepared for my first client.”

“Oh, am I really your first client?”

“Yes, of course.”

The woman laughed, “I’m still a student at school, I just signed a contract with Adrian’s company, I don’t usually come out to work.

It’s only when there is an important client that Adrian calls for someone like me.”

Greg Jensen expressed his surprise, “You get paid even when you’re not working?”

“Yes, it’s not much, but it’s enough for my living expenses,” the woman replied.

Greg Jensen raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that Adrian Wright was quite something – this move was akin to maintaining a batch of strategic resources.

“Is rose scent okay?”

“Anything is fine, whatever you like.”

Soon, a cool liquid dropped on Greg Jensen’s back, then it was spread out by a set of gentle hands.

Following that, those hands began to massage the oil into his back.

The cool and slippery touch, combined with the subtle fragrance of Dreamy Charm, made Greg Jensen’s heart race, and even his breathing quickened a bit.

The woman’s hands paused slightly, as if hesitating for a while, then she said softly, “If Mr. Jensen wishes, I can also offer that.”

Greg Jensen was taken aback, confusedly asked, “Offer what?”

There was a moment of silence before the woman mustered her courage and said, “I can… provide additional services, I’mvery clean, and Adrian would arrange payment for me.”

“Uh, no need, it’s good like this.”

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, her voice becoming lighter and cheerier, as she laughed, “Alright, then I’ll continue the massage.”

“Hmm.”

Greg Jensen responded and then casually asked, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Vince Cooper, like the nightingale,

“You must sing beautifully, then?”

Vince Cooper’s voice was slightly shy as he chuckled, “I can’t carry a tune.”

“Haha, no worries, I can’t either.”

Greg Jensen chatted idly with Vince Cooper for a while and then fell asleep during the massage.

When he woke up again, Vince Cooper was no longer there, but that famt and lingering scent still floated in the air.

Greg Jensen paused for a moment, then chuckled lightly, got up, dressed, and went out.

A waiter came over, smiling and asked, “Good day, Mr. Jensen, can I help you with anything?”

“Is Spencer awake yet?”

“No, he’s still sleeping.”

Greg Jensen nodded, saying, “Hmm, let him sleep then, I’ll go for a walk by myself.”

“Sure, Adrian has left a car foryou at the entrance, here are the keys.”

As he said that, the waiter handed over a BMW key.

“Quite thoughtful.”

With a smile, Greg Jensen took the keys and walked out of the club.