Chapter 102: Chapter 102

In order to prove his point, Old Master Hawthorne took a group of elderly friends back to The Hawthorne Family to look at the butler’s scalp.

Everyone stared at the butler’s scalp and studied it, and sure enough, the butler’s scalp was growing hair.

Everyone was envious and asked Old Master Hawthorne to take out the box of Immortal Hair Growth Cream for them to see.

As soon as it was taken out, everyone started grabbing it and smearing it on their own scalps.

When Old Master Hawthorne managed to snatch it back for a look... it was gone.

Old Master Hawthorne, "...!!"

These shameless old geezers!

"Oh come on, Old Hawthorne, just ask your grandson to buy more."

"Yeah, yeah, ask your grandson to buy some, and also get some for us. We’ll pay, we’ll pay..."

Fearing that Old Master Hawthorne might change his mind, each of them started transferring money to him.

Old Master Hawthorne, "...?"

Why did he feel a bit like he was in a tricky situation?

At the company, Simon Hawthorne received a call from the old man, asking him to return home immediately, saying it was a matter of great urgency.

Simon Hawthorne felt a headache, "Grandpa, you know how strict big brother is. Recently, he even fired a bunch of people for being late and leaving early. If I leave, big brother will surely kill me."

Then, Old Master Hawthorne called Julian Hawthorne to let Simon Hawthorne go home.

Julian Hawthorne heard the urgency in the old man’s voice and asked, "What’s happened?"

Old Master Hawthorne immediately shared this good news with Julian Hawthorne.

After listening, Julian Hawthorne, "...?"

This sounds like something Paige Sterling has been messing with lately.

"You said Simon imported it for you from abroad?"

"Yes, that’s what Simon said."

Julian Hawthorne sensed something fishy but said nothing more.

When Simon Hawthorne returned home, he saw a room full of old men smiling at him amiably, and he instantly felt a chill down his spine.

His grandfather among them looked particularly strange with his smile.

Simon Hawthorne reflected for a moment, realizing he had been quite well-behaved recently.

He dared not approach the old man, greeting everyone from afar and asked, "Grandpa, what do you need?"

The old man beckoned him with a smile, "Come over to grandpa’s side."

Simon Hawthorne’s scalp tingled, and he knelt, "Grandpa, what have I done wrong again? You can scold or hit me, just please don’t hide a knife behind that smile, grandson is terrified..."

Old Master Hawthorne was always stern-faced and rarely smiled.

Having seen him unsmiling so often, Simon Hawthorne felt every time he smiled it was a forced smile, very creepy.

Old Master Hawthorne, "..."

He tried hard to give his grandson a smile, but instead scared him, it was... a bit embarrassing.

Old Master Hawthorne simply stopped smiling, "Get over here now!"

Simon Hawthorne immediately rolled over, "Grandpa..."

Old Master Hawthorne sternly asked him, "Do you think grandpa has undergone any noticeable changes today?"

Simon Hawthorne nodded.

Old Master Hawthorne asked, "What changes?"

Simon Hawthorne, "The smile is quite strange."

Old Master Hawthorne, "..."

He wasn’t very inclined to speak.

A nearby old man reminded, "Take a look at your grandpa’s scalp, isn’t there hair growing?"

Simon Hawthorne then noticed his grandfather seemed to really have hair growing.

Simon Hawthorne, "Grandpa! At your age, how can you get a hair transplant? It’s very harmful to your health!"

Old Master Hawthorne, "..."

So the talk about imported medicine, with especially good results, was it all nonsense?

At this point, the butler excitedly said, "Second young master, you forgot, you brought back a box of cream for the old master, he applies it every night, and soon hair started growing. Look, I apply it too, and now my hair is growing. The old master called you back to ask where you bought the medicine from, buy more for the old master, he’s run out of it..."

Mentioning this, the butler felt a bit distressed.

If he had known it was this effective, he wouldn’t have wasted it so much before.

Simon Hawthorne, "...?"

He felt like everyone was joking with him.

However, everyone’s expression was serious, looking at him expectantly, asking where he bought it.

Simon Hawthorne couldn’t say a word.

Could he really say it wasn’t imported at all, just something a kid casually gifted him which he then casually gave to others?

Old Master Hawthorne saw he wasn’t speaking, "I’m asking you, speak up."

Simon Hawthorne opened his mouth, Old Master Hawthorne said again, "Forget it, I’ll transfer the money to your account and you just buy it for us, let’s start with fifty boxes."

Simon Hawthorne, "...!!"

Old Master Hawthorne saw his reaction, "What? Is there a problem?"

Simon Hawthorne’s phone rang, he checked the amount the old man transferred and swallowed, "...No, not really a big problem, grandpa, don’t worry, I will complete the task!"

Simon Hawthorne immediately ran to Silverstream Bay, at this time, Sonny Chambers was just being watched by the robot as he did his homework.

The robot didn’t let him open the door, it went to open the door itself.

Simon Hawthorne came in and didn’t see Sonny Chambers, "Where is Sonny Chambers?"

Robot, "Doing his homework."

Then it blocked him, not allowing Simon Hawthorne to disturb Sonny Chambers until he finished his homework.

Simon Hawthorne watched Sonny Chambers do his homework from the side, only to see him repeatedly getting basic arithmetic wrong, he was about to collapse.

"How can you be so..."

He thought about it, there was still something he needed Sonny Chambers’ help with, he couldn’t insult him as stupid, kids today hold grudges.

"You’re really too smart, even the heavens envy your brilliance!"

Sonny Chambers snorted arrogantly.

Probably because he was praised, he didn’t make many mistakes afterward, finally finishing his homework.

The robot then allowed them to talk.

Simon Hawthorne immediately asked, "Sonny, I’m asking you, the box you gave brother last time for applying on hair, where did it come from?"

Sonny Chambers got crafty, glancing at Simon Hawthorne sideways, "Not telling you." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝

Simon Hawthorne lowered his stance, but Sonny Chambers remained aloof.

Simon Hawthorne, "If you tell brother, what toy you want, brother will buy it for you, how’s that?"

"Who cares about your toys? Any toy can be as fun as the ones made by The Great Demon Sterling?"

Simon Hawthorne, "Then what do you want?"

This kid was really hard to fool.

Sonny Chambers rolled his eyes, "I have that, but you’ll have to pay for it."

Simon Hawthorne, "Just tell me where you bought it and I’ll buy it myself, you’re just a kid..."

"What? Do you look down on us kids?", Sonny Chambers stood on the sofa with his hands on his hips, looking angry.

"No", Simon Hawthorne, "Alright, how much?"

Sonny Chambers showed one finger.

Simon Hawthorne, "Okay, a thousand per box it is!"

Sonny Chambers, "...", he’d be beaten to death, his original meaning was one dollar per box...

"Who said a thousand! I mean a hundred thousand!!"

Not very good at numbers, he didn’t know how much a hundred was, but seeing Simon Hawthorne’s face, it seemed more than a thousand.

Simon Hawthorne, "...At such a young age, you’re already asking for the moon! Why don’t you go rob someone!"