Chapter 137: Return to the Warehouse

Under such circumstances, the brothers didn't say much.

Harper Gibson poured himself some wine and also poured some for the other two.

"Drink. When our second brother is unhappy, we accompany him in drinking!"

...

It had just rained. The faint smell of earth mixed with a slight fishy odor lingered in the air, the small muddy path contrasting starkly with the black luxury car.

Charlotte Thompson sat in the passenger seat, rolling down the window allowing the cool breeze to pass through, occasionally brushing against her hand.

She wore a cream-colored dress with white lace fluttering around the collar, accentuating her soft demeanor.

Looking out, she saw endless fields, the green plants growing frenziedly, almost waist-high.

"Big brother, how much longer till we reach?"

Upon hearing this, the driver, Henry Thompson, turned his head to look at her. He spoke in a low voice: "Soon, just ten more minutes at most."