CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 42: THE WORST KIND IS AN EDUCATED SCUMBAG (5)

He squinted his eyes, looking unfriendly at Brooke Osborne who was sitting obediently next to Lawrence Winters.

Brooke Osborne didn’t want to look at him at all, so she didn’t feel his gaze.

Lawrence Winters and Kenneth Osborne saw it all clearly.

The two exchanged a glance without a word and then shifted their gazes away.

There was no one more aware than the two of them why Gregory Quinn was acting this way.

The baby knows it, but the baby says nothing.

Lawrence Winters stood up with a smile and took a walk around Gregory Quinn’s room.

She looked at the European-style curtains with small pink flowers on a green background, the large floral carpet on the natural wood floor, and the ubiquitous covers with little lace on the air conditioner, TV, and chair backs, then chuckled and asked, "...Sister Brooke, is this the wedding house you decorated?"

This taste is a bit peculiar.

Brooke Osborne had been scolded by Gregory Quinn just now, so she hadn’t taken a close look at the room’s setup.

Lawrence Winters reminded her, and she glanced around, immediately feeling uncomfortable.

The furniture and appliances in this room were bought by her, but those gaudy covers on them were not her taste.

Thinking back to the days before the new year when Grace Day and Gregory Quinn were coming in and out here, Brooke Osborne immediately understood.

She lowered her head and said lightly, "...I didn’t plan on living here. This wedding house, whoever wants to live here can live here."

Gregory Quinn snorted in his heart, thinking this wedding house was never yours in the first place...

But with Kenneth Osborne nearby, he wouldn’t say it out loud now, to avoid angering this "little brother-in-law."

Lawrence Winters wouldn’t let it go, saying in surprise, "But didn’t you pay the down payment for this house, Sister Brooke? Even if you’re getting a divorce, you shouldn’t give up the house."

Gregory Quinn sneered, "Little Heavenly Master, you are a Heavenly Master, not a marriage counselor. By the way, where’s your uncle? Why isn’t he here yet?"

Lawrence Winters walked back to the sofa and sat down, saying calmly, "I just wanted to check out the environment first. Since you say you’re possessed, I have to see how your living space is. Don’t you know if you’re possessed, the ’evil spirits’ won’t leave you until they’re dealt with?"

Gregory Quinn was startled, almost leaping from the sofa, "What did you say?! You said evil spirits would follow me?!"

He turned his head anxiously, seemingly worried that "evil spirits" were tailing him.

Lawrence Winters waved her hand, unconcerned, saying, "Don’t worry, with me here, no ’evil spirits’ would dare to show themselves."

"Since Little Heavenly Master is so capable, can you drive away the evil spirits for me right away?—If not, I’ll ask your uncle then?" Gregory Quinn couldn’t wait any longer, eager for Lawrence Winters to rid him of the evil spirits immediately.

Lawrence Winters looked around again, then pulled out a printed contract from earlier and handed it to him, "I can help you drive away the evil spirits, but you’ll need to sign this contract first.—We conduct exorcisms legally."

Gregory Quinn tried hard to open his eyes wide, but with half his face paralyzed, only one eye managed to fully open, while the other remained drooped, looking quite sinister.

"...Legal and illegal exorcisms?!" Gregory Quinn frowned as he took the contract and read it carefully, "...Why is it a psychological consultation fee? Isn’t it exorcism?"

"Well, because we have to pay taxes, so it’s handled according to the country’s stipulated industry guidelines. Think about it, you ’feel’ you’re possessed, right? And after we exorcise you, you’ll ’feel’ normal again, right?"

Lawrence pointed at the contract, "So whether it works or not is based on how you feel, of course, it’s a psychological consultation fee."

"We’re helping your mind return to normal, so you no longer feel ’evil spirits’ are following you, isn’t that an outcome of psychological consultation?"

Gregory Quinn got confused by her talk, feeling something was off, but like she said, as long as it works, who cares what they list as the charge."

"Speaking as if I’d actually pay..."

Gregory Quinn thought contemptuously to himself, showing no signs of signing, and only after a second thorough read did he shake his head and say, "But I don’t just want psychological relief, I want my face and legs back to normal too!"

"After you’ve exorcised, my face and legs should return to normal."

"If they can’t return to normal, then it’s your incompetence! Fraudsters! I’ll go out and spread the word that you and your uncle are scammers!"

Gregory Quinn lifted his head, curling his lips in an evil charm smile, but with one side of his face paralyzed, one side normal, the look was slightly terrifying.

Lawrence Winters rolled her eyes, "Oh wow, you have higher demands than those big-shot real estate bosses. We’re doing an exorcism for you, do you expect us to guarantee you’ll become rich and successful in the second half of your life too!"

"Get out here! I, Lawrence Winters, together with my uncle have been doing Feng Shui consultations for all these years, even the big bosses in the provincial capital wouldn’t impose such unreasonable demands!"

Lawrence Winters stood up angrily, taking a few clattering steps towards Gregory Quinn, snatching the contract back with a chop of her hand, and angrily said, "Fine, I can’t do this business! Go hire someone else!"

With that, she tucked the contract into her briefcase and turned to leave.

Gregory Quinn was dumbstruck, unsure whether to stop her or not.

But he couldn’t just watch her walk away like that.

Lawrence Winters and Nick Zeller were his last hope!

"Brooke, stop her!" Gregory Quinn urgently thought of Brooke Osborne, instinctively urging her to do something.

Brooke Osborne also thought Gregory Quinn’s demands were too much, frowning and saying, "If you want someone to help you exorcise, I’ve already asked for you, you ruined it yourself, what does that have to do with me?"

Gregory Quinn glared at Brooke Osborne fiercely, hurriedly standing up and chasing to the door himself.

Lawrence Winters had just opened the door and saw Nick Zeller standing at the door about to press the doorbell.

"Eh? Lawrence, is it all done?" Nick Zeller glanced into the room.

Lawrence Winters pretended to be angry, said huffily, "They want immediate miracles, thinking we’re miracle doctors. I can’t take on that responsibility."

"Uncle, aren’t we just Feng Shui consultants? We’re also moonlighting as exorcists, and now we have to guarantee not going blind or lame?"

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Our book is launched today, three Chapters to thank everyone for the support. The first month is the new book period, let me set a flag: three Chapters a day!

So you won’t need me to urge for monthly tickets every day, right???

Hand them over quickly!!!

Additional Chapters for rewarding the Alliance Hierarch will be moved to next month.

The second Chapter is at 1 PM.

The third Chapter is at 7 PM.

New book launched, asking for monthly tickets. O(∩_∩)O.