Chapter 109

As Carlisle pondered over the situation, his phone rang again.

The number displayed was unique, featuring four eights in the middle and four sixes at the end.

“Hello, who is this?” Carlisle answered the call.

A soft and sweet female voice came through. “Hello, did you buy a painting at Retrovintique?”

Carlisle supposed she was also interested in the “Galloping Horses painting,” so he admitted, “Yes, I

bought Harold Delacruz’s ‘Galloping Horses‘ painting.”

Excitedly, the woman asked, “How much are you willing to sell it for?”

After a brief pause, Carlisle responded, “How much are you offering?”

Without hesitation, she replied, “Three million dollars!”

Carlisle chuckled, “Sorry, Mr. Gust just offered 3.2 million dollars.”

“Mr. Gust? You mean Yuriel?” the woman asked softly.

Carlisle confirmed with a simple “yes.”

After a moment of hesitation, the woman said, “I’ll give you four million dollars.”

Carlisle was taken aback by the offer. Four million dollars was a sum beyond his wildest dreams. In his

past life, he had struggled with debts even toward the end of his days.

After a moment, he replied, I’ll consider it.”

The woman grew anxious with Carlisle’s indifferent reply. She said, “If you’re not satisfied, we can

negotiate further.”

Though Carlisle knew little about antiques, he sensed the painting was worth much more than 4 million

dollars from her urgent tone.

After a pause, Carlisle said, “I’ll check with Mr. Gust.”

The woman exclaimed, “No, don’t contact Yuriel!”

In the manager’s office at Windex Corporation’s headquarters, a woman in her thirties dressed

professionally looked anxious.

On the couch sat an elegant lady in her forties, calmly tidying up a tea set.

“How dare he hang up on me? It’s really getting on my nerves!”

The woman in professional attire stammed her hand on the desk in frustration.

During the call, she had it on loudspeaker the whole time..

The elegant woman could tell from the voice on the phone that it was a young man. She chuckled softly

and sald, “I’ve told you before to keep your emotions in check. By the time you panicked, he already

had the upper hand.”

She continued thoughtfully, “Judging by his voice, he couldn’t be older than 20 years old. I wonder

whose

kid he is?”

Shania Warbane picked up her phone from the desk and moved to sit opposite the elegant lady on the

sofa, saying, “Lyrene, maybe it’s time for you to take charge again. I don’t think I can handle this

project.”

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

The office door opened. Lethan Warbane walked in with bandaged hands and a few thorny branches

on

his back.

“Lethan, you’re here. You’ve really gone above and beyond to apologize,” Shania exclaimed.

However, Lyrene remained focused on her tea.

“Lyrene, Shania…” Lethan lowered his head as he approached them.

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