Chapter 292


    The neer appeared to be a guy of the same age as ke. He had a tall and slender frame, fair


    skin, a clear but somewhat childlike gaze, and light brown hair. His friendly smile made him quite


    approachable.


    Seeing his face, Pearl immediately connected him to his identity. If she wasn’t mistaken, this might be


    Glenn Palmer, another well-known figure in Bodgow, and ke’s best friend.


    The Palmers had a significant presence in politics and held a position of influence and power in


    Bodgow. However, Glenn didn’t appear as lively and youthful as one might expect-he seemed


    somewhat serious.


    At first nce, Glenn noticed ke in the flowerbed, and the funny sight prompted him to tease his


    friend. “Oh, Mister ke. Have you taken up a liking for flowers?”


    ke managed to get to his feet, though not without some difort. Suppressing his aching hips, he


    sounded angry. “Why did you do that, Pearl?” Initially, he wanted to question why she had kicked him,


    but with Glenn present, he felt too embarrassed to admit it.


    Pearl shrugged, watching ke’s indignation with satisfaction. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you speak


    rudely first?”


    Fiercely, ke red at Pearl but couldn’t act violently toward her with Glenn around. He had no


    choice but to set aside his annoyance.


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    “Okay, stop arguing with a woman. By the way, I came to ask you about something,” Glenn.


    said.


    ke redirected his attention to Glenn. “What is it?”


    “We’re having a wine-tasting party in a few days. Would you like to join us? I heard there’s an


    interesting activity-”


    ke declined without hesitation. “No, I’ll pass. Sounds boring.”


    Glenn didn’t push further and chuckled at ke’s reluctance. “I heard that the grand gift for this activity


    is the antique wine ss you’ve always wanted. Are you sure you want to pass on it?”


    Despite his quick temper, ke had a passion for collecting and had been assembling a set of wine


    sses, with one particr piece missing. Surprisingly, that missing wine ss was in the possession


    of the organizer of the wine-tasting party.


    “I’ll think about it.”


    Meanwhile, Pearl had lost interest in their conversation. She inquired, “Where is Master Jordan?”


    Glenn had noticed Pearl some time ago, the young and charming woman with long wavy hair and an


    exquisite presence. He couldn’t recall when ke had gotten acquainted with such an elegant and


    beautiful woman.


    “Who might this be, Mister ke? Are you hiding a beautifuldy from the world and now introducing


    her to your family?”


    ke frowned. “That’s not the case. She’s the cousin I mentioned the other day, who was


    separated from our family for many years. She’s here to be reunited with us.” Enlightened, Glenn


    remarked, “Ah, the legendary Miss Pearl. What an honor.”


    For some reason, Pearl found herself repelled by Glenn’s words. “Hello, Mister Glenn.”


    Delighted, Glenn replied, “You recognized me even before I introduced myself. Am I that famous?”


    Pearl, known for her sharp tongue, quipped, “Well, the word on the street is that you spend the most


    time with Mister ke. You two are inseparable, and you have a very close’ rtionship’ with each


    other.”


    Thetter part of Pearl’s description sounded somewhat peculiar because it didn’t quite fit to describe a


    friendship as a ‘rtionship.’


    Nevertheless, Glenn found Pearl’s wit and sharp tongue rather endearing. He burst intoughter and


    said, “Your cousin is pretty interesting, ke.”


    For some inexplicable reason, ke felt smug rather than disgusted when Glenn referred to Pearl as


    his cousin.