Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 857 âYou have her WhatsApp?â Shaun narrowed his eyes at Hadley. âAnd you chatted with her privately?â
Hadley flushed. âAs your assistant, I added Ms. Jonesâs WhatsApp for your own good. For example, when youâre upset, I can ask her to comfort you.â
âBut Iâm not comforted by her now.â Shaun snorted coldly. âDid she tell you that she was going t o Hobart?â
âShe mentioned it, but Iâ¦â
âI know. She wants to tell me about this matter using your mouth.â Shaun scoffed. âShe thinks that Iâd become anxious if she leaves Canberra. She can dream on.â
Hadley was speechless.
He seriously suspected that President Hill was thinking too much.
âBook me a plane ticket right now. Iâm going to Hobart tonight.â Shaun suddenly ordered.
âYouâre going to⦠chase after Ms. Jones?â Hadley was stunned and taken off guard by the change of heart.
âOf course not. Iâm going to buy porcelain. â Shaun got up and packed up his stuff.
Hadley wanted to cry. It was already so late, yet he had to accompany Shaun to Hobart. Being an assistant was so tiring.
In the evening, Catherine stayed in a four-star hotel in Hobart.
Since there were too many people coming from all around the world to attend the fair, many good hotels were booked in advance, so this was the best she could get.
After taking a shower, she was off to bed. She was suddenly woken up by doors slamming in the next room.
âThey must be crazy. Why did they bang the door closed?â Catherine scolded in her heart.
Less than ten minutes later, there was loud heavy metal music next door.
It was so noisy that she could not sleep. She could not hold back and called the front desk of the hotel t o complain. Five minutes later, the front desk called back helplessly. âIâm sorry. Our staff went up to find the gentleman next door, but he said that his music didnât exceed 5o decibels, which isnât causing a nuisance. Even the police canât do anything about it.â
âHow can there be such a person?â Catherine was annoyed. âItâs very loud. It must be more than 50 decibels.â
âWeâve measured it. Itâs only 49 decibels.â Catherine was speechless.
Damn it. He was making things difficult for her. It must be someone who knew the law well. She thought of that stupid pervert, Shaun Hill.
âCan you change my room?â
âIâm sorry, we have no other vacant rooms left.â
Catherine had a headache. She could only stuff tissues into her ears in a daze.
In the end, she could not sleep well at night and kept having nightmares.
The next day, she got up early and put on her makeup delicately before heading to the trade fair.
After making a turn, she soon found Mr. Kawada. He was a man in his forties, but he looked refined and elegant.
At that moment, Mr. Kawada was studying a large plate with a dragon motif.
The seller said, âThis is from the Kangxi period, and was passed down from my ancestors. Itâs an absolute treasure. I didnât sell it even when someone offered 4 million last time.â
âCan I have a closer look?â Catherine walked over and asked with a smile.
Mr. Kawana handed the large plate to her and smiled. âDoes this lady know how to appraise porcelain?â
â I know a little.â Catherine looked at it and shook her head. âThis is fake.â
âHey, donât talk nonsense.â The seller glared at her angrily. âYou donât know anything, you silly little girl.â