A call came in, and upon seeing the caller ID, he immediately straightened up from his reclined position, speaking into the receiver, "Uncle...""The butler said you haven't returned to the old mansion?" The man on the other end had a low, pleasant voice, yet it inexplicably made him feel afraid.Afraid, yet also admiring."No, I'm at Linquan," Jeff Boswell pleaded in a conciliatory tone, "Uncle, can I stay at your place for one night?""Put the phone on speaker and hand it to the driver."Reluctantly, Jeff Boswell passed the phone over. Ferguson Kennedy only said, "If you dare take the young master out without permission again, don't bother staying in H City."The driver mumbled, wanting to argue, but the call had already been disconnected.Jeff Boswell was irritated, but he couldn't ignore Ferguson Kennedy's words.On the way back, he zoomed in and out on the photo taken at Linquan, his agitation needing an outlet.—Changle—Ferguson Kennedy hung up the phone, tossing it
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