CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 40: THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A SCUMBAG IS AN EDUCATED SCUMBAG (3)

Brooke Osborne was so angry she was pacing around the room.

She certainly didn’t want to trouble Nick Zeller at this point, but she knew Gregory Quinn all too well. Sometimes he acted like a madman and couldn’t really control his emotions.

If he insisted on seeing Nick Zeller and caused all kinds of embarrassing incidents in the residential area, it would only harm Nick Zeller.

More importantly, Gregory Quinn claimed that if she didn’t help him this time, he wouldn’t get a divorce...

This threat was really too severe.

Brooke Osborne couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard.

After worrying for a while, she decided to go see Kenneth Osborne first.

Kenneth Osborne had just gotten up at that time, and he came out of his bedroom bathroom with a towel, drying his hair while checking his phone, wondering if he should send New Year greetings to Lawrence Winters and ask what she had been up to these days.

"Kenneth!" Brooke Osborne knocked on the door of Kenneth Osborne’s bedroom. "I have something to ask you."

Kenneth Osborne threw the towel onto the sofa, quickly put on some casual clothes, and then went to open the door.

Brooke Osborne saw that Kenneth Osborne’s hair was still a bit wet and hurriedly said, "Did you just shower? Why don’t you dry your hair first, and I’ll come back later?"

Kenneth Osborne knew his sister’s style of handling things very well.

She wouldn’t proactively approach someone unless it was absolutely necessary.

He smiled and shook his head. "It’s fine, come in. My hair is short; it’ll dry with a quick towel-off."

Brooke Osborne was indeed very anxious, so she didn’t stand on ceremony and nodded before entering Kenneth Osborne’s room.

Kenneth Osborne picked up the towel from the sofa to continue drying his hair, gesturing for Brooke Osborne to sit down, and sat beside her, asking, "What’s up?"

Brooke Osborne sat on the sofa a bit awkwardly, her hands unconsciously rubbing together between her knees, staring blankly at the redwood floor in front of her.

After a while, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "...Just now, Gregory Quinn called me, saying he’s been possessed lately and wants to find Uncle Nick to perform an exorcism..."

"...Possessed?!" Kenneth Osborne thought he had misheard, his brows furrowed slightly, puzzled, "What era is this, and people still believe in possessions? Gregory Quinn even went to college, didn’t he? Was his whole four years of college spent playing video games or what?"

Brooke Osborne huffed, quickly glancing around to make sure their parents were not nearby, and whispered even more softly, "...Gregory Quinn said he inexplicably fell over a few days ago in an old district textile factory dorm, and then half of his face froze up, and his legs are not walking right."

Kenneth Osborne immediately understood what was going on and almost burst into laughter.

He paused in drying his hair and said nonchalantly, "So that’s how it is. It does sound a bit strange; maybe he really is possessed."

Brooke Osborne looked at him speechlessly.

Wasn’t he just saying what era it was and who would still believe in possessions?

Just now, he was confidently questioning whether Gregory Quinn had received a higher education.

Brooke Osborne pressed her lips together, "Gregory Quinn said he’s coming over to see Uncle Nick. What should we do? It’s only the second day of the New Year, who makes people work today? And Uncle Nick charges so high for services, what if Gregory Quinn doesn’t want to pay..."

Kenneth Osborne thought, since this matter was something he had done with Nora, he could naturally manage the aftermath.

Putting the towel back in the bathroom, he said, "Sis, don’t worry, keep Gregory Quinn calm first, make sure he doesn’t kick up a fuss; I’ll go discuss it with Nora. I’ll help you with this."

"You’ll help me?" Brooke Osborne stood up in bewilderment, "How will you help me? Don’t trouble Lawrence too much. And besides, she’s just learning from Uncle Nick, Gregory Quinn has a big heart and definitely wants to see Uncle Nick..."

"It’s fine. I have it under control." Kenneth Osborne waved his hand, turned around, and called Lawrence Winters, his voice instantly lightening: "Nora, is it you? What are you doing?"

Seeing Kenneth Osborne looked so confident, Brooke Osborne felt a little relieved.

She had just walked out of Kenneth Osborne’s room when her phone rang again.

It was the same number Gregory Quinn had used earlier.

Helplessly, she answered the call, asking, "What do you want now?"

"I’m already downstairs at Temple Court Residential Area. Aren’t you living in the same building as Great Heavenly Master Nick? Did you arrange for me to meet him? I need to see Great Heavenly Master Nick now!" Gregory Quinn was aggressive, having no consciousness of asking someone for a favor.

Indeed, for Brooke Osborne, he didn’t have any awareness of seeking her help at all.

To her, he was her master, her sky, how dared she resist him? How could she possibly resist him?

Recalling Kenneth Osborne’s words, Brooke Osborne steadied herself, aiming to calm him down by speaking softly: "Today is the second day of the New Year, Great Heavenly Master Nick also has things to do. I said I’d ask for you, can’t you be a bit patient?"

"Not urgent? If it wasn’t urgent, why would I be out here seeing someone on the second day of the New Year?" Gregory Quinn saw his distorted reflection in the rearview mirror and, in anger, slammed his fist onto the steering wheel, "I warn you, don’t play tricks with me!"

Brooke Osborne frowned in disgust, saying, "Don’t be like this. Wait until after the Lantern Festival, and I’ll ask for you again. It’s New Year for them too, can’t you be a bit considerate?"

"Considerate? You want me to be considerate?" Gregory Quinn’s temper flared up. He kicked open the car door and stood on the green space in front of the building, shouting loudly, "Great Heavenly Master Nick! Great Heavenly Master Nick!"

"It’s me, Gregory Quinn! Brooke Osborne’s husband! I have something to ask you for help!" Gregory Quinn, still wanting to save face, dared not say "exorcism" out loud in public.

Because it was the afternoon of the second day of the New Year, many people were returning to their parents’ households, making the place busier than on New Year’s Day.

Building A was the most fully occupied; people were coming and going, all curiously watching Gregory Quinn.

Some even took out their phones to shoot videos.

Gregory Quinn was the kind of person who got even more riled up with an audience. He confidently told Brooke Osborne over the phone, "Did you hear that? If you don’t settle this quickly, I’ll shout until the whole world knows!"

He knew Brooke Osborne was most concerned about her reputation, and no matter what the issue was, if it escalated, she would cave.

Brooke Osborne never imagined Gregory Quinn would act like this and hurriedly said, "Stop shouting, stop shouting! You first go wait in our new apartment here, and I’ll ask Little Heavenly Master Lawrence if Great Heavenly Master Nick is available today."

"That’s the spirit! Go ask! And since you’re so close to them, and they’re all neighbors, they won’t charge me, right?" Gregory Quinn knew Nick Zeller charged hefty fees for feng shui and residential services. It was said to be in seven figures, and he didn’t have that kind of money.

"It’s just an exorcism, something light and easy for them. Remember to say some nice things, ask them not to charge money, got it?" Gregory Quinn said as he started the car and drove toward Building C of the area.

The wedding apartment he shared with Brooke Osborne was in Building C.

Brooke Osborne was utterly speechless.

How could someone so in need of help, and expecting others to work for free, be so rightly self-assured?

How had she not realized this person’s shamelessness before?

No, perhaps she did realize, but at that time, blinded by love, she willingly covered up his mistakes and shortcomings.

...

Lawrence Winters had just finished lunch and was contemplating whether to go back to her room for a nap.

When Kenneth Osborne called, her eyelids were drooping.

Until she heard Kenneth Osborne say, "...Gregory Quinn thinks he’s been possessed and wants to find your uncle for an exorcism."

Lawrence Winters perked up completely, chuckling, "Oh, if you say that, I’m not sleepy anymore!"

Kenneth Osborne curled his lips into a smile, "Were you planning to take a nap?"

"Yeah, just finished lunch. I even had a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine tangyuan, which made me even sleepier." Lawrence Winters blinked her bright eyes, "But now, I’m wide awake. Gregory Quinn is more than toxic; he’s like a vomit-inducing diet aid, listening to him speak makes you want to bring up last night’s dinner."

Kenneth Osborne lightly coughed, calmly saying, "...He was, after all, my brother-in-law. Give my sister some face."

Lawrence Winters giggled, "I’ll only say such things in front of you, definitely not in front of Sister Brooke."

"That’s good." Kenneth Osborne checked himself in the mirror, finding nothing amiss in his attire, and suggested, "What should we do? Should I come to your place to discuss it? Is your uncle at home?"

He reminded her, "Gregory Quinn is probably quite urgent; he already came to the residential area and forced my sister to find your uncle for an exorcism. He was even shouting downstairs earlier, and many people saw it."