Just as he was about to say something, Greg said, “Wait for me. We rarely see each other. I’ll send my son home so that someone can look after him. I’ll be back soon. Let’s have a drink together.”
Greg then turned around and ran off.
Jasper shook his head as he looked at Greg who was carrying his son in one arm while pushing the stroller with another. He was also carrying bags of groceries with an apron wrapped around his waist.
In his memory, Greg had always been a strong, independent, and capable man. He did not expect him to choose a path like this. A moment later, Greg appeared in front of Jasper after changing his clothes.
Greg was quite handsome, tall and dashing too. During their high school days, he was the school’s most popular hunk. He was pursued by many girls back then, and he was way more popular than Jasper.
Otherwise, that woman from the Wellington family would not have fallen for him.
“Let’s go! I know a restaurant nearby. It serves pretty good food,” Greg told Jasper with a smile as he pulled him toward the entrance of the residential area.
Jasper instinctively walked toward his Bentley, which was parked a short distance away. However, Greg stopped him.
“Where are you going? Let’s go this way. My car is parked here.”
Greg pulled Jasper and veered him toward an Audi. He laughed and said, “Did you want to take a look at that Bentley? Haha, don’t look at it. Only prominent figures deserve to sit inside a car like that. If we offend such people, we’ll be in big trouble. My Audi isn’t that bad either.”
Jasper was amused, but he did not say anything. After all, he could write a whole novel if he were to tell him about his entire experience up till this point in life.
Right now, he was more curious about what had happened to Greg throughout the years.
Jasper opened the door of the Audi and sat down in the passenger’s seat. Greg turned on the engine and started driving. He tapped the steering wheel and struck up a conversation.
“We bought this car at the full price of 600,000 dollars. Of course, the Wellingtons paid for it. The price of this car alone is enough for me to buy three commercial houses in our town, but it’s nothing to the Wellingtons. It was just their ‘betrothal gift’ to me.
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