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Eventually, Theo Carter could no longer withstand the pressure and spilled it all.

He didn’t know whether offending the Lockes could kill him, but he knew that if he crossed Greg Jensen, death was assured.

Of course, even if he wanted to die by then, Jensen might not let him.

He even felt that compared to unbearable itching, death was the true mercy!

“Did you get pictures?”

Jensen’s tone was very calm, without a ripple, but to Carter’s ears, it was like a thunderclap.

Such an outrageous matter, and he didn’t show any surprise at all?

Carter was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized, his face immediately turning pale.

He had known all along!

Jensen had known all along, and that’s why he wasn’t surprised.

If he hadn’t spoken up about it today, what would’ve awaited him?

Carter’s face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He took a deep breath and then, as if all his strength had been drained, his entire body’s muscles relaxed.

He couldn’t help feeling secretly relieved that he had talked, or else his future would have been a living hell.

Thinking of that unbearable itch, Carter couldn’t help shivering.

“I asked you if you took the pictures?”

“Ah…”

Carter, like a drowning man suddenly waking up, stammered, “Pictures of them entering the hotel—captured.”

“Not enough.”

“Ah?”

“I said it’s not enough. I want something more explosive, understand?”

“Understood, I got it.”

It was only then that Carter finally understood. Jensen’s target was Alan Locke, or rather, the affair between Alan Locke and Cindy Harrison.

He hurriedly said, “I’ll immediately arrange for someone to install surveillance in the several rooms they frequently use.”

“Before I make my move, I don’t want a whisper of this to leak to the outside world, understand?”

“Understood, I’ll handle this personally!”

Click!

After hanging up, Carter was like a man fished out of water, his entire body drenched, his chest heaving violently, as he gasped for air.

“Mr. Jensen actually plans to leak this scandal!”

Thinking of the identities of Alan Locke and Cindy Harrison, and the impact after this bombshell gets dropped, Carter felt chilled to the bone.

His body shook like a sieve, his breathing as labored as a bellows.

After a while, the room quieted down.

The corners of Carter’s mouth slowly curled up, and then he burst into a wild laugh.

If this matter were exposed, it would definitely be Jamae City’s biggest news in recent years.

The thought of being involved in such a major event excited him inexplicably.

His eyes gleamed with a touch of madness and satisfaction.

…

On the other hand, Jensen hung up the phone and paused for a moment before chuckling to himself, murmuring:

“I hadn’t expected the Carter Family to be somewhat capable; they’ve managed to dig up such private matters.”

Truthfully, his preferred candidate was Brandon Brent; after all, with a background in the Inspector’s Office, Brent had a natural advantage in handling such matters.

The Carters were just a pawn in his game, a move to test their capabilities, but unexpectedly, they really had made progress.

“Then let them continue!”

Jensen narrowed his eyes and smiled, “Once they get the evidence, it’ll be time to give Cindy Harrison a big surprise!”

The renovation work at Dreamscape Garden was still underway in full swing.

Across the street from them, a bright SUV was parked, with Jay Brent sitting in the back seat, and next to him sat Lena Holmes.

“Nana, so this is the private restaurant that kid runs?”

“That’s right, the last time I came here to talk business, they chased me out.”

Lena Holmes looked at Dreamscape Garden with a gloomy face, seething with rage. Since she had started following Jay Brent, who didn’t give her some respect?

But at Dreamscape Garden, she had actually been kicked out!

When had she ever been treated with such indignity?

Lena Holmes ground her teeth and said, “Boss, why don’t we just have someone smash it up now?”

“No rush, that kid isn’t here right now. We’ll wait for him to show up before we make a move, to get you some payback.”

Jay Brent chuckled and turned to look at Lena Holmes beside him.

“Boss, you’re so good to me, how do you want me to repay you?”

“Haha, how about pledging yourself to me.”

Lena Holmes said coquettishly, “I’ve pledged myself many times already, what more do you want?”

“How about pledging something else later?”

“Okay, then let’s go to a hotel.”

Jay Brent said with a wicked smile, “Going to a hotel is such a hassle, let’s just do it here.”

“Here?”

With the midday break in full swing, Lena Holmes looked at the busy street, the traffic coming and going, and couldn’t help but feel shaky.

Jay Brent didn’t care about that, he looked up at the driver in front and the latter quickly got the hint, stepping out of the car. He even thoughtfully pulled down all the sunshades for Jay Brent.

Before long, the car began to rock.

While Jay Brent was having his fun, the driver suddenly knocked on the window and said, “Boss, the kid’s H6 has gone in.”

Jay Brent poked his head out, looked toward Dreamscape Garden, and ordered, “Tell the guys below to get to work.”

After speaking, he withdrew his head back into the vehicle.

The driver did not dare to delay and immediately made a phone call.

After a while, a battered van stopped at the entrance of Dreamscape Garden, and a group of young people, wielding sticks and bats, charged straight into Dreamscape Garden.

Inside Dreamscape Garden, Greg Jensen was listening to Kingsley Harrison’s report, when his face suddenly turned grave, and he said with a deep voice, “We’ll talk about this later, there’s trouble outside.”

“Trouble?”

Kingsley Harrison was stunned as he hadn’t heard anything unusual.

Seeing Greg Jensen walking out with a dark face, he had no choice but to put down the report in his hand and follow him.

Greg remained silent as he headed towards the source of the noise.

From afar, cries for mercy, screams, and the sound of swinging bats could already be heard.

His expression darkened, and he hurried over.

From a distance, he saw a van parked at the gate, surrounded by a dozen young men with sticks, beating up several security guards.

“Damn it, you dare to stop anyone’s car?”

The lead blond spat at a security guard lying on the ground and shouted, “Enough, don’t bother with them. Let’s go in and deal with Greg Jensen, and we can call it a day.”

“Who are you trying to deal with?”

At that moment, an icy voice sounded.

The blond turned his head, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointing his stick at Greg Jensen, “So you’re Greg Jensen, huh? Come on, kneel down, and let me give you a beating to save us all the hassle.”

Greg Jensen glanced at the security guards, seeing them all lying on the ground, moaning in pain.

The newly replaced lattice gate had also been battered into a pile of scrap metal.

Rage surged in his heart, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were filled with cold fury: “Who sent you?”