Chapter 182 Taking a Beating with Proper Posture_1

Greg Jensen was amused to anger and pointed at Wallace Carter, "You really are a dirty old bastard!"

"Haha, I'll just take it as a compliment from Mr. Jensen," Wallace Carter laughed it off without a care.

"Alright, there's no need for me to say anything more. Have sweet dreams!"

Greg Jensen raised his glass in a gesture, took a sip of his drink, then set the glass down on the bedside table and leapt straight out of the open window.

The room fell silent once again.

After an unknown period, the statue-like Wallace Carter raised his glass towards the open window, then downed it in one gulp.

Whew...

He set down his glass, took a long breath out, releasing the tension from his muscles.

Only then did he realize he was covered in cold sweat; his pajamas were soaked through.

He knew he had narrowly escaped disaster.

Lucky for him that he had reacted quickly. He shuddered to think what might have happened had he been a bit slower.