Helen Green was almost expressionless, only offering a polite smile when getting on or off the car. Across the street, Henry Clark was also stunned as he watched—the grown-up Helen Green was truly stunningly beautiful, her every frown and smile breathtakingly lovely.

Careful as always, Henry Clark also noticed that there was no physical contact whatsoever between Helen Green and Michael Brooks; in fact, she deliberately kept a sufficient distance. After getting out of the car and walking away, she never looked back.

These actions made Henry Clark relax a little.

To move into the Gu family, Helen Green couldn’t have someone she loved. As for marrying her, Henry Clark had thought it over carefully—if he could avoid marrying her, he would. He was a Communist, and not to mention Helen Green’s previous Central Bureau of Investigation background, now she was even collaborating with the enemy.

Moreover, Henry Clark also had a Military Bureau identity on the surface, and the Military and Central Bureaus had always been at odds. Of course, even if Henry Clark was willing to marry Helen Green, the Military Bureau might not agree.

With no funding for the “corner cannon” plan, Henry Clark could only enter the Gu family as an ordinary person, even as someone down on his luck seeking refuge. It would be good enough if he wasn’t looked down upon. He believed the Gu family wouldn’t agree to this marriage either.

The Gu family had two servants, Arthur Lewis and Mrs. Lewis. Their names sounded like a couple, but they weren’t. Arthur Lewis had worked for the Gu family for over ten years, while Mrs. Lewis had only joined three months ago. Arthur Lewis was responsible for trimming the plants and guarding the gate, while Mrs. Lewis handled the kitchen and cleaning. After the Gu father and daughter left the house, she would carry a basket to buy groceries.

If Henry Clark moved into the Gu family, he would inevitably interact with these two, but he hadn’t approached them directly yet. Arthur Lewis spent his time either trimming plants or staying in the gatehouse, rarely going out. Mrs. Lewis, besides buying groceries every morning, sometimes accompanied Helen Green’s mother, Susan Walker, when she went out.

Susan Walker spent her days either playing mahjong with friends, getting her hair done, or shopping—a most comfortable life.

If one didn’t know Helen Green’s true identity, they would think this was a typical wealthy family.

As for Helen Green’s father, he ran the Zhihua Textile Factory, leaving home in the morning and returning at night. Henry Clark had also scouted around the Zhihua Textile Factory; behind it were dormitories and the factory itself, and in front was a sales office specializing in wholesale.

In disguise, Henry Clark had even gone to the sales office to gather information. As soon as he walked in, the clerk behind the counter gave him a slight bow. Even though Henry Clark was dressed plainly, the clerk’s face remained pleasant and courteous.

A clerk in his thirties said respectfully, “Sir, what goods do you need? We have tweed, flannel, gabardine, and all kinds of fabrics, as well as towels, undershirts, vests, and underpants. Zhihua Textile Factory both spins and weaves, with a wide variety of quality goods at affordable prices.”

Henry Clark noticed that not only was the clerk’s attitude humble, but his posture was also proper—feet about ten centimeters apart, back straight, hands crossed and resting flat on his lower abdomen, smiling, regarding the customer’s face as if it were money. Clearly, he had been trained.

Henry Clark said, “You have quite a variety. How are the prices?”

The clerk smiled and replied, “Our prices are, of course, the most favorable. Our factory is right behind us—if you don’t believe me, you can go take a look.”

Henry Clark shook his head. He didn’t buy anything, but the clerk didn’t show any displeasure.

In the evening, after removing his disguise at No. 7 Yannan Lane, Henry Clark would circle around to the Ningbo Association at 480 Tibet Road, where he had been staying at night during this period. Since he needed to move into the Gu family, he had to have a complete and as authentic as possible background and experience.

George Green and Susan Walker would be easy to fool, but Helen Green was a real agent. Besides, there was also Michael Brooks—even a fool could guess his intentions.

He hadn’t been in touch with the Gu family for over a decade—would they still acknowledge the engagement made when they were children? If they did, could he really live together with Helen Green? If not, what should he do?

Based on all the information he had, Henry Clark felt that the chances of living together with Helen Green were slim. But if he wanted to move into the Gu family, there was still a way—as long as… he could make George Green feel pity for him.

Chapter 0006: The Mother-in-law’s Mouth (Part 1)

Early in the morning, Henry Clark changed into old cloth shoes, put on a set of worn coarse clothes, and put in his dental braces before heading out. Though the clothes were shabby, they were very clean. Henry Clark wanted to present himself to the Gu family as someone poor, which fit his story of seeking refuge with relatives.

The Gu family lived in a Western-style house, with a large iron gate in front. The house was set back more than ten meters from the entrance, with a large lawn and a small garden in the middle.

He pressed the doorbell, and after a while, a thin middle-aged man in a long gown came out—it was the Gu family’s male servant, Arthur Lewis.

Arthur Lewis had originally come out at a trot, but when he saw Henry Clark’s appearance, he immediately stopped. He looked Henry Clark up and down with disdain and asked, “Who are you?”

As a servant in an upper-class household, he had a natural sense of superiority when seeing poor people. Even though he was just a servant, in front of country folk, he was someone of status.

Henry Clark replied calmly, “My name is Henry Clark, I’m from Ningbo.”

Arthur Lewis snorted coldly. He had seen plenty of country folk like this—either trying to claim kinship or hoping to get some money.

“What do you do?”

He knew Henry Clark might not understand the local dialect well, but to show his own superiority, he insisted on speaking it.