After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top

Chapter 32: Chapter 30: Should I Call You Uncle?

Chapter 32: Chapter 30: Should I Call You Uncle?

Manager Newton from Serene Residence had finished all the procedures for both mother and daughter, supervised by Remi Jefferson.

Chloe Stephens was quite satisfied with the decorative style of the villas in the Serene Residence Villa District.

She only needed to add a few items of her own.

Now, it was move-in ready.

Manager Newton suggested she wait another half a year before moving in, but Chloe knew how to clear out the formaldehyde and didn’t plan on heeding his advice.

Remi Jefferson explained all the compensations to Yvette Foster, who only then became aware of the incident online.

After completing formalities, Remi Jefferson took his leave.

Yvette Foster felt deeply guilty about this incident.

Her daughter had almost become the victim of an internet attack, yet she, as a mother, knew nothing about it.

“Chloe, can mom meet your friend?

He’s helped you, I ought to thank him in person.”

What Yvette Foster really wanted was to see who this person that had aided Chloe was.

If he had ill intentions, or if it was orchestrated by Adam Stephens, she would know how to react.

Chloe saw through Yvette Foster’s intention.

“It’s a soldier who doesn’t seek to be repaid.”

“A soldier?”

Yvette Foster wanted to inquire further, but seeing her daughter’s demeanor, she opted not to press the issue.

As long as he wanted something, he would definitely find an opportunity to contact Chloe again.

*

Today was Friday.

That night, the mother and daughter returned to the Foster Family and announced their intention to move out.

Fred Foster protested immediately.

In his view, the best arrangement was for the family to live together.

Megan Gibson was the first to object, “You bought another villa, didn’t I tell you to stop?”

“Mother, we only said we would change houses, not that we wouldn’t buy.”

“Great, you mother and daughter have learned to lie.”

Wilbert Foster, holding a burning cigarette, squinted his eyes, inwardly flustered.

In the end.

He still spoke, “Yvette, can you ask Adam Stephens for me, if he can lend me 2 million as working capital.

Just half a year, I can return the 2 million.”

Yvette Foster frowned.

“I haven’t been in touch with him for a long time.

I can’t bring myself to ask for money.

I will give elder brother his number, it’s better if elder brother asks him directly.”

Saying this, Yvette Foster generously handed over the number she had prepared in advance.

Wilbert Foster was stunned.

Megan Gibson grumbled, “You just need to ask, it’s not your money.”

“Exactly because it’s not my money, I let elder brother do the talking.

In this way, it could be clearer.”

As for this family, Yvette Foster was completely disappointed.

Megan Gibson was very upset.

Because her always obedient daughter was starting to resist her.

Chloe looked at Fred Foster: “Grandfather, what time do we leave tomorrow?”

“Where are you going?” Megan Gibson was taken aback.

Fred Foster said, “This house is too noisy, I need some time in the countryside.”

“Father, haven’t we already talked about this?

We should demolish our old house and its Divinity Temple, so future generations of our family need not guard that rundown place.”

Mentioning the old house and the shrine, Wilbert Foster furrowed his brows.

He quite despised everything about their old home.

“Wilbert is right, that broken shrine has been a burden to our family.”

“What do you know,” Fred Foster declared, not seeking their approval.

“I do not know, if I knew our family was like this, I would not have married into this family in the first place.” Megan Gibson, furious, got up, and stormed upstairs with Xavier Foster.

“Father, you better not go.

There’s no one in the old house to take care of you.”

“There’s no need for that, I can look after myself.”

Seeing that Fred Foster was determined, Wilbert Foster didn’t bother to dissuade him and took the telephone number on the table and went upstairs.

At this time Lindsay Foster ran over and hugged Fred Foster’s arm: “Grandfather, I will go back to the old house with you and Aunt.”

Fred Foster turned to Yvette Foster.

“Take her with you, I will bring them back to the city.”

If Lindsay Foster was going, Hans Foster would definitely want to follow too.

*

Sitting in front of the computer.

Just as she switched it on, the black cat suddenly leapt out, landing on the keyboard.

Its fur all over bristled, and its head turned towards the window.

Chloe approached the window.

The night outside was very dark.

“Crack!”

Suddenly, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky.

Suddenly.

“Meow.”

The black cat’s bi-colored eyes darkened.

Its body took on a defensive posture.

Her hand gently patting its head, quietly soothing.

The abnormal feeling was slowly receding.

The black cat gradually returned to normal.

*

“F*ck!

My ass is burning, put out the fire.”

In the woods, Ethan Coates hits his bottom on a tree trunk.

The clothes on his back were on fire.

Len Hawthorne steps up and gives him a kick.

With a toss, the man is thrown away.

Another kick flings some mud on his bottom.

“Is it out?”

Hawthorne steps up to his previous position, squinting his eyes at the leaping fire beads.

He throws away the cigarette from his mouth.

Coates picks himself up grimacing, undoes the burning clothing from the top and ties it around his waist to cover the burn on his backside.

Coates, stripped to his waist, spat out the sand at his mouth with a ‘tui’ sound.

“Messing with me, he’s got another thing coming.”

“It’s extinguished, don’t need to leave a trace.”

“Absolutely, can’t stand crap like this.”

Hawthorne, one hand in his pocket, the other digs out a new cigarette and held it at the corner of his mouth, “Get going.”

*

Leaning against a tree trunk and watching the group of people chasing the fire beads, Hawthorne takes out his phone to see a message.

He opens it and replies.

[Do you need big brother to be your driver?]

Reply from the other end arrives quickly, [My mother is driving.]

[Later big brother will drive over but won’t see people.]

Chloe just replied with an ‘hmm’.

Chloe, who had borrowed a car, mentioned it to Yvette Foster.

Yvette Foster also borrowed a car.

Thinking of her daughter’s mysterious friend, she backed away.

Maybe she would find some clues in the car.

*

Five in the morning.

Chloe opens her eyes, walked to the window, just in time to see a car parked outside the Foster home.

The key is kept inside the car.

Chloe takes her mobile phone.

It’s a message from Len Hawthorne.

[The keys are in the car, bulletproof, don’t worry about breaking it.]

[Thanks, I’ll pay you the rent.]

[Little Chloe still formalities with big brother?]

[How old are you?]

Reading the response, Hawthorne leaning on the car chuckles, [22, why, Little Chloe wants to introduce a girlfriend to big brother?]

[The gap between 15 and 22, I should call you uncle.]

Hawthorne raised his eyebrow seeing the message, [Does this count as a promotion?

What would the uncles from the Stephens Family think?]

[None of my concern.]

Reading the last message, Hawthorne puts away his phone and walks away.

*

Driving the modified vehicle, Yvette Foster occasionally glances at Chloe in the passenger seat.

“Chloe, where did you borrow this car from?”

“Rented online.”

“Which website?

Can mommy recommend it?”

“Forgot.”

“…”

Yvette Foster tries to probe further but fails again.

“Cousin, so you rented this car!

Not bad,” Hans Foster being a little boy, has a special interest in such stuff.

Chloe says, “Hmm.”

Lindsay Foster steps forward, leaning on the seats, her bright eyes looking out front, “Cousin, is it true that you and mom have bought a villa?

What does a villa look like?

Is it beautiful?

Can I visit it?”

The little girl is more interested in these things.

Hans Foster is also watching Chloe and Yvette in front of him.

Fred Foster speaks up at this moment, “Yvette, its good for you and Chloe to move out.

These two years, it was me who made you suffer.”

Regarding his daughter being able to purchase a villa, Fred Foster does not find it strange.

“Dad, don’t say that.

When we first came back, we all got along well, it’s just that a lot has happened in the past six months.”

“In any case, I failed you.”

As Fred uttered this, his eyes darkened a bit.

The kids sensing the atmosphere in the car getting a bit off, kept quiet.

*

River East Village.

Several black sedans parked before the small bridge, beyond which no cars can enter, they have to be left on the periphery.

Men in suits disembark the car, a middle-aged man alights from the car in the middle, followed by a young man from the car behind.

“Dad.”

The young man takes two steps forward and calls the middle-aged man.

“Is that River East Village up ahead?”

“Sir, Master Filbert and I visited once.

The small shrine is inside.” says the suited man, pointing in the direction of the village entrance.

The middle-aged man nods, his deep gaze scanning all around, “The people from the Stephens didn’t come?”

“Dad, should we wait for the Stephens at all?” asked the young man, frowning.

“Filbert, you will have to marry a woman from the Stephens family eventually,” the middle-aged man reminds the young man.

The young man’s handsome, cold face showed no sign of change, but inside, he was strongly resisting this arranged marriage.