Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 39's

“There is absolutely no reason to be rude, to Mr. Lockworth.” Rachel puts herself behind a table and sees a menu list that turns out to be diverse.

“I wasn't being rude," Jenson argued.

“Of course you're rude. Though Mr. Lockworth's been trying so hard to be nice, but you're offended. I think I'll order shrimp salad.”

“I'm not offended. I'm just being vigilant. Or maybe you think that we better spill it all on a stranger.”

Rachel folded her hands and smiled at the waiter. “I order shrimp salad and coffee.”

“Coffee is two,” Jenson said. “And a plate of fried chicken.”

“I don't intend to spill it all on strangers, as you alleged just now.” Rachel picked up the napkin. “After all if we do not want to trust Lockworth, it is better to buy chemical equipment from the beginning and try to handle it yourself.”

“Drink your coffee,” ruk Jenson, and take his own coffee as soon as the waiter serves it.

Rachel scowled as she added the cream. “You think the inspection took how long?”

“I don't know. I'm not a scientist.”

“She doesn't look like a scientist either, does she?”

“He looks like a wild horseman.” Jenson sips coffee without cream and sugar.

"What?" Rachel laughed at Jenson's words.

“Yes, he does look like a wild horseman. I wonder if Yosef or others are interested in this building.”

Rachel put down her coffee before she could feel it. “I haven't had time to think about it.”

“As I recall, Grandpa Robert handed over the Tristar Corporation to Walt about twenty-five years ago. I remember my parents talking about it.”

“Tristar. Which one is it?”

“Plastic. I know he divided his company here and there. Once upon a time he once said that he wanted to give all his family a chance before stripping them off his list.”

After thinking for a moment, Rachel shrugged her shoulders and raised her coffee again. “If he doesn't give a little part of Sanfield to one of them, what's the difference?”

“I don't know how much we can trust Lockworth.”

“You would feel more comfortable if he was bald and short with thick round glasses and a vague German accent.”

“Maybe.”

“Betul right?” Rachel smiled. “You're just jealous because he's got a good shoulder.” Her eyelashes. “Your fried chicken is coming.”

They ate slowly, drank more coffee, and then spent more time eating pie. After an hour and a half, the two became restless and impatient. As Lockworth approaches, Rachel forgets to be nervous about the results.

“Thank you, God, here he comes.”

After passing through his chairs and lunch-resting employees, Lockworth placed a copy of the computer he was carrying on the table, then handed the champagne box back to Jenson. “I think you guys want a copy.” He sat down and signaled to order coffee. “Although this is somewhat technical.”

“I myself wonder.” Lockworth reached into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. For a moment Jenson looked at him curiously. “I wonder why someone would want to put rose powder on champagne.”

“Rose powder?” reset Jenson. “Pesticides. So the champagne was indeed poisoned.”

“Technically, yes. Although the rate is not large enough, but enough to make you miserable for one or two days. You two ain't nobody tasting it?”

“Ya.” Rachel lifted her gaze from the paper. “But my puppy drank a little,” he explained. “When we opened the bottle, a little spilled and he jumped at her. Before we could drink it, he was already sick.”

“You're lucky, although I think it's suspicious if you jump to the conclusion that the champagne was poisoned just because a puppy became ill.”

“Lucky once we do it.” Jenson folded the report and slipped it in his pocket.

“You must forgive lukewarm... I mean my cousin,” quickly err Rachel. “He has no manners. We really appreciate you taking the time to help us, Mr. Lockworth. Unfortunately we are unlikely to really explain what is happening at the moment, but I can say that we have a very good reason to suspect that champagne.”

Lockworth nodded. As a scientist, he knew how to theorize. “If it turns out you need a more complete report, let me know. Robert is an important person in my life, so as much as possible I want to repay him.”

Jenson got up from his seat and confronted Lockworth. “This time I apologize to myself.” He extended his hand.

“I myself would also be upset if someone gave me a pesticide disguised as Moet et Chandon. Let me know if I can help more.”

Rachel and Jenson leave. “Well,” start Rachel when they're already in the car. “Aparticularly?”

“We will go to the liquor store. We have to buy some gifts.”

They both delivered one bottle of champagne of the same brand, to each of Grandfather Robert's former heirs. Jenson affixed a small note on his cards, “Every good deed deserves a reply worth.”

When they finished and they stepped out of the shop. “Expensive action," murmured Rachel.

“See the investment,” cetus Jenson.

It's not about the money, Rachel thought, but it seemed futile. That's what he suddenly felt. “What's in it for us?”

“Some bottles will pass you by, then in appreciation. But one bottle,” said Jenson cheerfully. “One of them will make a statement, even a threat.”

“Blank threat,” dreadlocks Rachel. “We weren't there when they each got a bottle and calculated the reaction.”

“You think like an amateur, dear.” Jenson started getting into his car, he was sitting on the steering wheel. Then Rachel sits next to her “What do I mean amateur?”

“If an amateur plays a joke, he thinks he should join in it.”

As mlbil drove away from the store, Rachel still remained adamant. “Since when did poisoning people with pesticides become a joke? More so poisoning your own brother, this is crazy. Absolutely crazy.”

“We revenge follow the same principle.”

“Oh, so. And you're an expert at retaliating for jokes. So you mean?”

Jenson stepped on the brake, when she saw the red light on. Gritting his teeth, Jenson gripped the steering wheel. “Maybe I'm an expert. It was enough for me to know that someone would observe the bottle and feel very nervous. Someone will observe it and know that we intend to give according to what we have received. Your problem is that you don't like to let your emotions be relieved for a moment to judge a revenge.”