Chapter 464 Old Friend
The man standing there was none other than William from the Thomas family.
William looked Jesse up and down, then glanced at the fancy restaurant they had just exited, incredulous. "Is that really you, Jesse?"
He and Anthony hadn't dared to dine at such places in ages. Jesse had been just a driver for the Thomas family back then. How had he become so well-off now?
Jesse was also sizing him up. The once-arrogant William from the Thomas family now looked so down and out.
Back when Jesse was a driver for the Thomas family, William had given him no end of trouble.
Just because Jesse was good-looking and the maids in the mansion liked him, William had always found ways to make his life difficult, often sending bodyguards to beat him up.
Jesse hadn't forgotten any of it.
Times had changed.
Now, the Thomas family had fallen on hard times. William was no longer the high and mighty figure he once was.
Jesse sneered, "Mr. Thomas, it's dinner time. Have you eaten yet, or...?"
He glanced back at the restaurant and gestured towards it with his chin. "Did you just come out of there too?"
William was shocked. This damn Jesse really had been dining there.
It seemed the driver who had been kicked out of the Thomas family had come a long way.
But William knew how to adapt. He patted Jesse on the shoulder, apologetic. "Jesse, I was young and foolish back then. It's been so many years. Don't hold it against me."
He glanced at the silent Philip standing beside Jesse. "Is this your son?"
Jesse nodded. "Yes, this is my eldest son."
William continued, "You have another son?"
Jesse's face filled with pride. "Of course! My younger son is quite something! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to dine at places like this often. You know, getting in here isn't just about having money."
William feigned shock and envy. "Oh, really? Jesse, you've really made it!"
Jesse laughed and waved his hand. "I'm not the impressive one. It's my younger son. He's on the Celestria rich list now!"
William pressed on. "Jesse, what's your younger son's name? When I get home, I need to give my own son a good talking to. He could learn a lot from your son."
Just as the name "Michael" was about to slip out, Jesse caught himself.
Of course, he knew that Michael was the brother of the man standing right in front of him.
He smiled to cover it up. "Mr. Thomas, it's been so long since we last met. How about I treat you to a drink by the roadside? I remember you used to love drinking."
Philip, who had been standing silently by the roadside, walked over and gently tugged on Jesse's sleeve. "Dad, don't we have something important to do today?"
Jesse snapped back to reality and slapped his forehead. "Right, right."
He apologized to William. "Sorry, Mr. Thomas, I don't have time to treat you to a drink today. I have to go look at a house."
William was puzzled. "Looking at a house? You don't have a place to live?"
Jesse laughed heartily. "Of course we have a place to live. It's just that the house we're in now feels a bit small. We're looking to upgrade to a bigger one. We have an appointment with a real estate agent soon. We can't be late. Mr. Thomas, let's catch up another time."
With that, Jesse hurriedly pulled Philip away.
What a joke, treating William to a drink? With William's drinking capacity, he'd drink him into bankruptcy!
In the car, Philip said coldly, "Dad, you talked a bit too much today."
Jesse scoffed. "Philip, you were too young to remember. That William, Mr. Thomas of the Thomas family! You have no idea how arrogant and annoying he was! Always causing me trouble! Sending people to beat me up, leaving me bruised and starving in the warehouse!"
Philip was even more puzzled. "Then why did you talk to him for so long? Anyone who didn't know better would think you two were old friends!"
Jesse grinned smugly. "Philip, what's the point of living a good life in secret? It's much more satisfying to let those who looked down on us see how well we're doing now! Didn't you see the look in William's eyes? Shocked! Disbelieving! I bet he's jealous of me right now!"
Philip didn't respond, silently driving to the house the real estate agent had recommended.
Jesse continued to remind him, "You need to keep a close eye on that idiot. We can't let him escape. I still need to use him to get money from Elizabeth."
Philip sneered. "An idiot who can't even speak properly, where could he run to?"
Jesse shook his head. "Don't underestimate him. We still need to negotiate with Michael. It's best if we can present the paternity test results to him, leaving him no room to argue. That way, he'll willingly pay up."
Philip and Jesse finalized the contract with the real estate agent and quietly returned to their old house, planning to move that night.
Quinn, who had been locked in a room, heard their voices and began banging on the door frantically.
Jesse frowned. "What's that idiot up to?"
Philip looked up. "I'll go check."
He went upstairs, opened Quinn's door, and saw him curled up on the floor, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain.
Philip kicked him disdainfully. "Get up! Stop pretending!"
Quinn's forehead was covered in sweat, his face pale. He was trembling, muttering, "Pain... pain... stomach... hurts."
Philip glanced at the table, which held only a clean plate with no food. He remembered he hadn't given the idiot anything to eat or drink for a day.
So, what had he eaten to upset his stomach?
Quinn couldn't die.
A living person was worth more than a dead one.
Philip quickly dialed 911.
Downstairs, Jesse was growing impatient and shouted, "Are you done yet? We need to pack!"
Philip hurried back down. "Dad, the idiot Quinn seems to have an upset stomach. He looks really bad."
Jesse had no patience for Quinn. They weren't related by blood. Feeding him and keeping him alive was already the extent of his kindness.
Jesse waved dismissively. "Call 911 and let the doctors take him away. He can stay in the hospital for a few days. We need to pack. We can't let him waste our time!"
Philip nodded. The father and son began packing their belongings.
In the distance, the sound of an ambulance siren could be heard.
In the small room upstairs, Quinn, curled up on the floor, quietly opened his eyes and smiled silently.
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