Mr. Friedman was startled.
Obviously, he too had forgotten about this 'miss' who had returned from the countryside.
No one in the Thompson Clan ever paid any attention to Viola Thompson.
Mr. Friedman immediately started the car and left.
After about ten minutes, the car stopped in front of the school.
It was already an hour past school dismissal time, and the school gate was a bit deserted, with only a few students coming in twos and threes.
Elizabeth Thompson got out of the car, "Mr. Friedman, wait for me here, I'm going to look for my sister."
"All right."
...
On the other side.
Viola Thompson was walking along the crowded street with a school bag in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other.
She was wearing a clean school uniform, her entire person exuding pure beauty. Occasionally she lowered her head to take a bite of the ice cream, revealing a youthful vitality that couldn't be imitated.
She definitely drew a lot of attention and had every reason to make people take a second look.
"Brother, look! A beautiful girl!" Adam Swantz, who was sitting in the car, suddenly exclaimed, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked out the window.
Terrence Lentz glanced in that direction, his deep black eyes showing no detectable emotion.
He was quite profound.
Adam Swantz looked back at Terrence and said, "I feel like I've seen this beautiful girl somewhere before! Do you have that feeling, Brother?"
"No," said Terrence Lentz, taking his gaze off her without a trace.
"What do you think if I pursue her?" Adam Swantz showed some enthusiasm. "I feel an instant connection with her; it means we have a destiny together."
Adam Swantz was over twenty years old and had never dated before.
Smack —
Terrence Lentz took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, gently exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what the IQ of an ordinary person is?"
Adam Swantz was dumbfounded for a moment, obviously not expecting Terrence Lentz to ask such an irrelevant question. "How much?"
Terrence Lentz flicked the ash off the cigarette, "The average IQ of a normal person is around 110, while that of a dog is around 50."
"What does that have to do with me chasing that beautiful girl?" Adam Swantz asked.
Terrence Lentz slowly said, "Based on physiognomy, that girl's IQ must be at least 200."
"So what?" asked Adam Swantz.
Terrence Lentz said calmly, "So, when she looks at you, it's no different than looking at a dog."
Adam Swantz: "..." Thanks, I feel insulted.
A moment later, Adam Swantz, somewhat unwilling, said, "Brother, you just read a few books, and really learned physiognomy?"
This was also one of Terrence Lentz's unskilled aspects.
While others were reading philosophy books, financial newspapers, and various history books, Terrence Lentz insisted on reading irrelevant books like Basic Feng Shui, Physiognomy Encyclopedia, and Yin Yang Mansion.
"You have a darkening mark on your hall today, and there's a threat of bloodshed," Terrence Lentz's thin lips opened slightly.
"Bullshit!" Adam Swantz didn't believe it.
The next second!
Bang!
The driver in the front seat suddenly stepped on the brakes.
Adam Swantz's chin hit the control panel.
"Damn it! That hurt!" Adam Swantz reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth.
The driver immediately turned around to apologize, "Young Master Wong, Young Master Lentz, I'm so sorry, someone suddenly crossed the road just now..."
"It's all right," said Terrence Lentz, "Continue driving."
Adam Swantz looked at the bloodstain on his finger, then turned to look back at Terrence Lentz in the rear seat, and suddenly fell into deep thought.
...
Soon after, the car stopped in front of a clubhouse.
Adam Swantz got out of the car first, then went to the back seat to get a wheelchair. "Brother."
Terrence Lentz stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, put his hand on Adam Swantz's hand, and sat in the wheelchair.
Adam Swantz pushed the wheelchair into the clubhouse, and the manager came out to greet them, "Young Master Wong, Mr. Lentz."
"Manager Neil, the usual," said Adam Swantz.
"All right."Manager Neil brought the two of them to their usual elegant private room.
The private room was large and luxurious, with an imperial court-style décor, which was very fitting for playboys.
Adam pushed the wheelchair all the way to an unremarkable door at the innermost part of the room and stopped.
He opened the door.
The scene before them changed instantly.
Unlike the court-style décor outside, this small room was filled with the scent of books, vintage elegance, with a low table placed by the window. In front of the table was a screen dividing the room into two sections, and beaded curtains hung above the low table. As long as the person behind the screen lowered the beaded curtains, they could block the view of the person sitting opposite the table.
"You go and contact the person." Terrence Lentz said.
"Okay." Adam nodded and went outside.
After the door was closed, Terrence took out his mobile phone, opened a website and then switched to a chat page.
Half a month ago, their last conversation remained on the chat page.
CY: Imperial Court Club on May 9th.
TZ: Okay.
Today was already the 11th, he'd been to the club twice, but there was still no sign of CY.
Terrence just sat in front of the low table like this, his long legs crossed, his index finger tapping irregularly on the redwood tabletop, his thin lips closed, making it difficult for people to figure out what he was thinking.
CY was the most mysterious hacker in the hacker world.
TZ was the founder of the Hacker Alliance.
Neither of them had ever met each other.
This meeting was due to a case in Country Yolta.
But for some reason, CY suddenly canceled.
Ten minutes later, Terrence returned outside in his wheelchair.
"Young Master Lentz! Come and drink!" A yellow-haired young man raised a wine bottle to Terrence, who was sitting in his wheelchair.
Terrence picked up the wine bottle, "No stopping until we're all drunk tonight!"
"No stopping until we're all drunk!"
A group of people started to get rowdy.
Manager Neil, who stood by the door, smiled wryly at the noise, shaking his head meaningfully.
These good-for-nothing wealthy young men were really living like parasites, drinking themselves into oblivion.
At the height of the excitement, Terrence's mobile phone rang.
He picked up the call and waved to Adam.
"What's wrong with Third Brother?" The music in the private room was so loud that Adam had to shout as he ran over.
Terrence said something, and Adam immediately put on a serious face, "I'll take you home right away." He put down his wine glass and pushed the wheelchair.
Seeing the two of them suddenly wanting to leave, the yellow-haired man chased after them, "Brother Adam, why are you leaving?"
"Third Brother has an emergency, we have to go back. You guys eat well and have fun, I'll pay today."
"Alright!"
...
Half an hour later.
The Lentz Mansion.
As soon as Adam pushed the wheelchair to the entrance, he heard Patriarch Lentz's strong voice from inside the mansion.
"I'm asking you guys as older brothers and sisters-in-law, how have you been taking care of Terrence? Terrence hasn't come home so late, and you didn't even bother to call to ask?"
That old man.
Even though they were all his grandchildren and their spouses, this old man only knew how to favor Terrence.
Sophie clenched her teeth in anger, trying to speak several times, only to be silenced by Len Lentz.
It should be obvious with a little thought, that Patriarch Lentz suddenly came back from abroad, precisely because of Terrence's marriage to Elizabeth Thompson.
If he found out on the day of the engagement that the Thompson Clan had replaced their talented Elizabeth with a bread from the countryside... the scene would certainly be spectacular.
Patriarch Lentz's heart was not in good shape, and it was not impossible for him to be directly angered to death.
Thinking about this, Len Lentz narrowed his eyes.
Bartley Lentz, the oldest of the Lentz Clan, and his wife Charlotte Young disapproved the patriarch's favoritism towards Terrence.
Terrence was just a good-for-nothing who couldn't stand up straight, but Patriarch Lentz, as if blinded, treated Terrence as the apple of his eye.
Charlotte couldn't help but speak, "Grandfather, don't you think that's a bit much? He's not a three-year-old child; we can't watch him all the time!"
This double-meaning statement captured their feelings well.
After all, in their eyes, Terrence was truly an useless person, even worse than a child at the age of three.