Ch. 1241..1250

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1241-Terry and his boys quickly knocked several men to their feet.

Curiously, they were not hostile-instead, they were intent on fleeing, as if the devil himself was on their heels.

"Stop!" Terry barked at his boys. "What the hell is going on here…?!" He looked at the people in confusion-they were all from the Bleeders or Zomber Group.

For sreason, they were not rallying for a fight, despite Terry and his boys showing up. Instead, they were fleeing for their lives! "Bro, maybe your Haki scared them off?" one of his men flattered.

"Shut up!" Terry snapped angrily and glanced at a square in the distance. "They were fleeing the building… if they were scared, they should be running in all

directions. But they are all heading in a single direction-they had clearly planned this!" "Well, what should we do? Go in?" the thugs asked Terry.

"Urgh, fine!" Terry bellowed after sthought. "Mr. Lawrence is inside, and we are his backup. Let's go!" Still, just as Terry was about to lead the charge, Terry and his men were sent flying as the ground shook, while a shockwave blew out of the front entrance.

"Shit, what was that?!" "Run, boss! It's an explosion!" "What?!" Even as Terry's boys helped him to his feet, he looked up to see a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life every floor of the Zomber Tower, which stood over 200meters tall blew up. Amid the glass crashing down and flames rushing into the air, the entire building leaned to one side. "Shit! Run!" Terry finally realized why those people were fleeing Zomber Tower just then-the building was going to blow up! Even as he fled with his boys, he swore under his breath. "Could it be Mr. Lawrence?! That's fucking terrifying!" When they finally fled somewhere safe, a keen-eyed thug was clapping Terry on the shoulder and pointing at the building, exclaiming, "Look, boss! It's Mr. Lawrence!" S "What?!" Terry turned, his jaw dropping in shock when he saw the figure sliding down the glass walls of Zomber Tower.

"Shit, are we on the film set of saction movie?" one of the thugs murmured, and it was a sentiment every other thug shared.

There was no doubt that Frank looked just like one of those action stars, sliding rapidly down the collapsing building even as explosions erupted all around him.

The people who fled Zomber Tower.

earlier also saw that figure and were shockeditoo. Swere even whipping out their phones to take a video.

"Shit, what the fuck is he?" "Can a person really do that?" "That's just awesome!" Then; as Frank sled to the edge of the collapsing building, he vaulted over ten meters into the air.

Catching hold of another figure nolding on to a parachute, he then landed with the other man!

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1242-"Bravo!" "Amazing!" Even the people from Zomber Group were clapping in excitement when they saw what happened.

Terry's men did the stoo with worshipful looks in their eyes but stopped awkwardly when Terry glared at them.

"Quit clapping already. We're going to meet Mr. Lawrence!" he yelled and led his men toward the two figures who had just landed and were caught under the parachute.

"Frank Lawrence?!" Kit was terrified even as he crawled out from underneath the parachute.

As he jumped off the building, he watched as Frank did the same, sliding down along the crumbling walls.

Was that possible for a human?! Kit was certainly skeptical. He doubted that even the Hansen brothers could do it, and they were once the strongest duo in Zamri! Was Frank really just a martial artist, and not ssupernatural entity?! Even as the curious thought plagued him, he started running.

"As long as I can reach them…" He could see the hundreds of Zomber Group employees and Bleeders gang members who fled Zomber Tower, and he would be safe as long as he could get to them! Be that as it may…

"Heh. Where do you think you're going?" The icy laugh almost stopped Kit's heart right then. "Frank Lawrence—" Bang! The superstructure of Zomber Tower crumbled entirely just then, kicking up a storm of debris and shockwave that sent people flying.

However, Kit did not budge at all because a single palm was on his shoulder, holding him in place and keeping him from moving. Chapter 1242 1 It was none other than Peter himself, who managed to survive.

He survived since the pool under the fountain was quite deep, but his right leg was broken anyway.

It took him great effort to climb out, only for the shockwave of the collapsing Zomber Tower to blow him away.

Already thoroughly soaked, the shockwave sent him rolling away, gathering dirt and caking him with mud from head to toe.

Even as Peter limped toward Frank, he saw Kit trying to run away from Frank.

"Kit Jameson!" he bellowed and picked up a brick from the ground as he limped as fast as he could.

"Peter Lane?! What do you think you're doing, you piece of shit! Kit fell on his bottom even as he tried to back away from Frank.

He rejoiced when he saw that Frank was not chasing after him, ondy tol see Peter limping toward him before he got to his feet.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1243-Seeing that Kit was still ordering him around, Peter's expression contorted viciously.

Raising the brick he was holding, he smashed it violently on Kit's head! "Fuck you! I'm not a piece of shit nor a dog!" Peter bellowed as he did so. "It's all you and Larry's fault that I ended up like this! Well, I've killed Larry, and you're going to die now too!" "Fucking Peter Lane! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Kit's vision actually blacked out for a moment, and was incensed when he reached up and felt blood on his head.

This mutt who was always beneath him had just hit him! And what was it that he said… that he was the one who killed his brother Larry?! Still, Kit growled,

"Hitagain, and I'll make your life a living hell—" Thump! Peter said nothing as he hit Kit in the head again with all his strength, leaving Kit completely stunned.

"Argh…!!!" It took the man around ten seconds to regain his senses, and he let out a blood-curdling scream when he felt the blood on his head! "I've had enough of you! I'm a dog to you, huh?! This dog will kill you now, fucker!" Peter charged up and knocked down Kit, once again hitting his face with the brick with all his strength.

Crack! "Argh!!!" Even as the brick shattered, Kit struggled violently.

Even if Peter's physique was not particularly impressive, he was a young man, and his crazed bludgeoning overwhelmed the fiftyish Kit.

Moreover, Frank had subtly injected a small iota of pure vigor into Kit's body, which spread throughout every corner of his body.

While it would not hurt Kit, it ensured that his muscles were aching so much that he would not even be able to raise his arm-and he would fall over every other step. "Help me… Help…" Even as Kit was breathing his last, he somehow found the strength to crawl away.

A large group of men rushed to the scene just then.

However, they were not from the Bleeders gang, but from the Blue Fangs instead.

"Shit, isn't that Kit Jameson?!" Terry exclaimed before turning toward Peter who was covered in blood and dirt "And who are you?" S "He's Ms. Lane's younger brother," Frank replied as he made his way to them.

He glanced at Peter, who had dropped to the ground as if fatigued.

Then, he turned toward Kit, who was wheezing even as he lay sprawled on the ground. Crack! Kit stared at Frank, wide-eyed even as Frank broke his neck with his foot.

He did not get it—his plan was flawless, so how could Frank and Peter have made it out?! And Frank especially… he was a monster! The bomb could not kill him, and he could stay unscathed even as he leapt off Zomber Tower! "T-This isn't right…" Kit croaked even as he died, his eyes wide open.

Peter then pushed himself to his feet and walked up to spit on Kit's corpse.

"Hahaha! I'm just a dones buf?! Just piece of shit, huh?" He collapsed from exhaustion again, and Frank nodded ever so slightly even as he watched.

The brat had done a fair bit of harm, but he had at least kepthis prorhise this timel

From that alone, Frank believed that he held up his end of the bargain.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1244-Most of all, Frank did not want Helen's family to fall apart.

With that in mind, he turned toward Terry. "The Bleeders' leaders and their martial artists have all been wiped out. The same goes for the Wolvens too-I don't have to tell you what you should do from now on, do I?"

Terry's jaw dropped so low that his mouth could fit an egg. "The Wolvens too?

For real, Mr. Lawrence?"

"I won't lie to you. I've dealt with them already." Frank nodded. "Take Peter to the hospital, and he'll be working as a security guard. The rest is up to you."

Pausing, he then added, "From now on, there shall be no more gangs in Zamri."

With that, he turned to leave, while Terry nodded solemnly.

"Yes, sir!" he exclaimed before turning to one of his men. "Blackie, take Ms.

Lane's brother to the hospital. The rest of you, we're taking over the Bleeders!"

"Yeah!!!"

Terry's men had been excited for a while now.

They did not expect their new boss to be this frightening, taking down every martial artist of the two biggest gangs in Zamri.

From now on, they would be the only major gang in Zamri-and the very thought was a thrill!

On the other hand, Frank was going to get his car when everything was done but decided against it after a glance at the ruins that was once Zomber Tower.

His Maybach would definitely be crushed underneath the rubble after the first rounds of explosions anyway.

It actually hurt, though Frank told himself, "Out with the old, in with the new."

With that, he stopped a cab and left.

At Lanecorp the next day, Frank was summoned to Helen's office.

Bang!

Helen slammed a photo on her desk, folding her arms before her chest and at Frank like a disciplinarian would a student. "Care to explain what this is?!"

"What?" Frank asked innocently, and smiled when he saw that he was in the photo, looking just like some superhero as he slid down Zomber Tower as it collapsed.

Talk about looking sublime.

"So? Your darling looks good, doesn't he?" He chuckled as he rubbed his chin.

Frank's cheeky remark left Helen laughing despite herself, but she soon slammed her hang off the table apd, denhanded, "Spit! Where have you been yesterday?" "I… Uh, had an appointment with Zomber Group,"

Frank replied, averting his eyes.

Helen felt a headache from that alone-Zomber Tower's gollapsem certainly made the news, with Frank treated like some superhero.

"Shut it!"

"And…?"

"Well, Zomber Tower collapsed. Earthquake, probably? Talk about shaky."

Frank made a traumatized face even

as he continued, "Thank goodness.

I'm fleet-footed, or you won't be seeing me today. Wouldn't yoy bey sad if that happens? Well; I couldn't bear to let that happen, so I did my best to escape. I just didn't think someone would photograph me…

Things have really gotten out of hand now."

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1245-Helen's eyes narrowed, clearly skeptical.

"See for yourself!" she snapped as she opened her laptop, put it in front of Frank, and played an on-scene interview.

"This is Piers Hershey, reporting live from the scene. I'm with Mr. Terry Cotton, a kind soul who has been helping victims of the Zomber Tower collapse. What do you think about this incident, Mr. Cotton?" "Oh, it's a tragedy. We're just passing by, but it's only right to help…"

Piers nodded approvingly. "You really are a model citizen of Zamri, Mr. Cotton."

Terry's dramatically tearful reaction left Helen furming. "So what have you been up to again, Frank?!"

"Uh… We were just having tea with Kit Jameson, over a bar grill and stuff-"

Lily the secretary entered just then. "Ms. Lane? A board member of Zomber Group is asking to see you."

Frank sighed in relief and was ready to bail, only for Helen to catch him, snorting. "Don't think you're getting away. You either confess, or this won't be over!"

Seeing Helen's hostile glare, Frank threw his hands up in defeat.

"Ms. Lane, Zomber Group has decided to join Lanecorp as a subsidiary, with your company taking over fifty-one percent of our company shares. The agreement drafted by the board members is right here- please take a look."

Helen was sipping tea in an effort to calm down but spat it out straight at the balding man's face when she heard what he said.

Helen quickly apologized. "A-Ahem… I'm really sorry about that…"

"Oh, it's alright" The old man smiled politely and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face. "I know this must come as a surprise, but it's a unanimous decision.

With Zomber Tower collapsing, we have to consolidate what we have as our stock price plummets…"

Soon, Helen and the Zomber Group board member signed the agreement and shook hands, after which the old man left contentedly.

As soon as he closed the door after him, Helen wheeled on Frank with yet another hostile glare. "What did you do, Frank?!"

"Alright, I give!"

Frank threw up his hands. "I went to Zomber Tower yesterday, but I ran into both the Wolvens and the Bleeders at the same time. They were ready to attack the Blue Fangs, so I intervened-it's just that no one expected Larry Jameson's brother was crazy enough to blow up the whole building just to kill us. And you know the rest."

As Frank shrugged innocently, Helen had the picture and gave up on trying to ask for details although she wanted to. Frank would not harm her, after all.

Staring at Frank, she asked, "Do you know why Imupset."

And yet…

Frank asked in surprise, "Why?"

Helen sighed in exasperation. "I've heard that Zomber Tower was the Nary me i you went there tien we're in the middle of a blood feud with Zomber Group? I'm worried

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about your safety."

"Hehe…"

Frank chuckled, scratching his head.

"It just happened out of the blyel And don't you have any confidence in your darling? I got you a subsidiary company out of nowhere too!" The.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1246-Urgh…"

Helen had calmed down but snorted as Frank was flashing her a cheeky smile.

"Yeah, yeah. You did good, getting us another company. But you're the one who just threw it at us without needing to do anything while any problems would fall back on me! Do you think I can deal with two major companies at the same time?"

"Well, you know what they say-those who can are always busy. That's my girl for you-she's always amazing." Frank shrugged, confirming that he would be goofing off.

Helen rolled her eyes at him, exasperated.

Vicky Turnbull called in the afternoon, teasing, "Did you know that you're on the news? Sliding down a falling building… That's so cool. Still, something's lackingyou should've been holding a babe like Helen in your arms while you did so."

"Ahem…" Frank rubbed his nose awkwardly. "Stop teasing me. Why did you call me?"

"Oh, it's nothing important." Vicky smiled. "I heard you're acquainted with Gene Pearce?"

"I guess. What, is something up?" Frank raised a brow.

"Yeah. He's organizing a charity auction after recovering from his illness, inviting many bigwigs of the east coast, and it will be held in Zamri."

"A charity auction?"

Frank did a double take. "I wasn't aware."

"We were just informed too. It's next week, so I guess he didn't have time to inform you."

Pausing, Vicky giggled. "Since you know Gene Pearce, that makes things simple-send my best regards to him. He helped my parents establish a foothold in Riverton years ago." "Alright, I will." Frank nodded.

They spent time catching up later-Vicky's face had mostly healed, and Frank was relieved.

Fortunately, her facial injury was not that serious, or it would take months for him to recover. "Charity auction?"

Frank tapped his fingers repeatedly on the table thoughtfully.

Since it was a charity auction, he should bring something worth bidding for, if only for Vicky's sake.

With that in mind, he told Helen that he would be going out.

There was a street in West Zamri called Blooming Junction, where various antiques ranging from paintings to porcelain objects were sold.

Frank decided he would buy some quality antiques to represent Vicky.

Blooming Junction was bustling and lively-there were plenty of antique collectors and sellers flocking together unboxing items and bargaining, and it was more lively than Riverton's Square Street.

However, there was another rule that Frank was aware of: on this street, the identification of an item's authenticity depended entirely on one's own ability.

If one bought a counterfeit item, they just had to accept the defeat there was a no refund policy here.

In fact, Frank could already see several disgruntled customers who had bought counterfeit items being dragged away by the security guards.

Just as Frank strode in, an old gray-haired man appeared outafl nawhere baring his yellow teeth in a grin as he tugged on Frank's sleeve.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1247-The old man then held out a vase covered in oil paper. "If you're interested, I have a jade vase here for just 500 grand-how about it?" "A jade vase?"

Frank took the jade vase and shook his head after a brief glance, returning it.

"It's clearly a modern object. 500 grand? I'd refuse even if it's just five bucks."

He snorted and turned to leave.

Two porty goons suddenly showed up, cutting off his path.

"Heh, kid. But you touched the vase, so you have to buy it now. If you don't…"

The old man laughed coolly behind Frank, clearly threatening him.

It was clearly a con, and Frank knew that they thought he would be an easy mark since he was alone and new to this place.

"Do I look like I'd be easily bullied?" Frank remained calm, even sneering at the old man. "Get your boys out of my face if you're smart, or I won't play nice anymore." "Oh, feisty!"

The old man showed no intention of backing down, however. "But I've seen many kids who talk tough. The question is, are your bones just as tough?"

The two goons strode up, even putting a hand on Frank's shoulder.

"Stop!"

A pale-faced youth strode up just then, bellowing at the old man.

He had two towering bodyguards, and the old man did a double take when he saw the youth, and promptly bowed his head respectfully. "Welcome, Mr.

Turnbull… Could it be that you know this man?"

Hugh Turnbull glanced at Frank at the old man's question and said coolly, "The head of the Turnbull family has spoken-this man will marry into our family. And what's with that terrible acting of yours? Are you trying to insult us?"

"What?!"

The old man turned toward Frank in shock-some brat he targeted on the street turned out to be the son-in-law Glen Turnbull had chosen?!

He bowed right then, apologizing, "No, I'd never dare do somethingdike that! As just thought it's a rare chance to encounter someone like this gentleman, I was simply about to give him a present."

With that, he shoved the jade vase into Frank's hands before hurrying off with his two portly goons.

"Heh…"

Frank watched as the old man fled while weighing the vase in his hands and threw it into a nearby trash can.

"Hey, kid."

One of Hugh's bodyguards glared sharply at Frank as he snappedm "Know yous place Ink. Purnbul just saved your life. Now bow in gratitude!" "Bow in gratitude?"

"First of all, I never asked for help.

Second, some small fry pulling a gon like that is really no threat to me. Why should i thank you when you decided on your own to intervene?"

Frank glanced at the haughty Hugh, frowning and shaking his head.

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The bodyguard glowered at Frank's retort. "Watch your tone, brat!"

"You're the one who should watch your tone." Frank chuckled."If youire walking. ang happened to crush an aht if your way, would you kowtow to me in gratitude too?" "You little " The.

"That's enough." Hugh held up a hand, stopping the argument between his bodyguard and Frank.

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1248-Hugh sneered. "I heard that Vicky's husband is an indomitable spirit who'd even toppled Sif Lionheart's eldest brother. Your reputation is not undeserved, now that I've seen you." "And who are you?" Frank asked impassively.

"Hugh Turnbull, heir of the Norsedam Turnbulls."

"Watch how you speak with Mr. Turnbull!" Hugh's bodyguard snapped at Frank threateningly right after Hugh finished.

"Norsedam…" Frank murmured, remembering just then.

Norsedam and Riverton were just a bridge apart, but Norsedam was far more prosperous than Riverton.

And the first time he met Sif Lionheart was at an auction in Norsedam, though he was unaware that a branch family of the Turnbulls was based in Norsedam too.

Nodding, Frank asked quietly, "Then to what do I owe the pleasure, Mr.

Turnbull?"

"Nothing," Hugh said icily. "I just happened to run into you, but I should remind you that as a son-in-law of the Turnbull family, you should maintain an ounce of dignity instead of getting caught by some street thug's ploy. It doesn't matter to me if you live or die, but the Turnbulls have a reputation to maintain. Do you understand?"

"I see. Thank you so much for your concern," Frank replied before chuckling coolly. "And I have a piece of advice in return-keep a leash on your dog. Letting it yap at anyone will hurt the Turnbulls' reputation too."

With that, Frank turned to leave.

"You bastard!"

The bodyguard who snapped Frank knew that Frank was mocking him and was ready to attack out when Hugh stopped him.

"Calm down," Hugh said as he watched Frank leave, murmuring, "We have plenty of opportunities to deal with him. He killed Sif Lionheart-and I will have my revenge."

Frank was chuckling under his breath, sensing the obvious hostile glares from his back.

Heir of the Norsedam Turnbulls? Who cared-mess with Frank, and he would regret it.

For Frank's part, he was not playing nice with Hugh because he was prying, and that he could sense Hugh's enmity early on. Shaking his head and forgetting the distraction, Frank trudged along with the crowd, looking around at the stalls for antiques. Still, he had walked a lap around Blooming Junction, but none of the antiques were catching his eye.

Nine out of ten were counterfeit items, and the remaining genuine item was still nothing impressive.

Just as Frank felt bored and was about to leave, a store clerk who had been following Frank for around ten minutes approached him.

"Sir," he whispered into Frank's ear, "I

can see that you have a sharp eye with the way you picked up genuine antiques, only.to.shak@yourhead in disappointment. I'm guessing you want the real deal-something that really stands out?" The content is on.

Frank turned to glance at the man wearing a vest and shook his head.

Well, you're right that In. C O 111 disappointed. They call this street the Blooming Junction, but there's nothing exciting here at all

"Hmm…?"

"Oh, that's not quite right…"

The store clerk chuckled. "What respectable businessman would bring out their treasureS for allthe world to see? Just think about it. If some humble stall owner somehow had a real gem among their wares, what would happen to him?

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1249-The store clerk's words reminded Frank of the geezer earlier with the yellowed teeth, and he nodded in agreement. This place was a lawless mess, and he had seen at least three victims getting conned or robbed in broad daylight.

If anyone really pulled out a real treasure, they would be eaten alive.

Seeing Frank's realization, the store clerk smiled. "It seems that you understand, sir. The waters of Blooming Junction run deep-the real treasures are always stored within the century-old shops instead of being put on display."

"Really? And why are you telling me that?" Frank glanced at the store clerk sideways curiously.

The man spread his hands and admitted, "I'll be frank, sir. I work at Jade Dragon-it's that shop over there. My job is to keep an eye out for customers with potential wandering around Blooming Junction and bring them over.

"I can see that you have high standards and carry yourself differently from the rest. That's why I'm recommending our establishment, while I earn a commission with this. It's a win-win situation, don't you agree?"

"Jade Dragon?" Frank appeared taken aback. "I've been there there's really nothing that valuable aside from some old porcelain tools. The most valuable item is worth 300 grand at best." "Hehe…" The store clerk flashed an enigmatic smile. "Like I said, real treasures are never put on display…"

Then, leaning toward Frank, he added under his breath, "Our manager also owes a huge debt at the moment and needs money urgently. I heard that he's bringing out all the treasures we have!" "I see." Frank nodded. "In that case, I shall check out the place again."

"Hehe. Then take this token and go straight up to the second floor. Someone will be there to receive you."

Taking the token, Frank nodded at the store clerk before heading straight to Jade Dragon.

To no surprise, the store clerks were at once polite when they saw the token Frank had and invited him up to the second floor.

It turned out that he was not alone-five other guests were there, each seated on antique armchairs arranged in a single row. Each of them were making lively small talk as pretty ladies served them tea. Frank just so happened to recognize a familiar face-it was Hugh Turnbull, the heir of the Norsedam Turnbulls.

Hugh was chatting with an old man, and frowned when he turned and saw Frank. "Hmm..?"

"Frank Lawrence?! Who let you in here?!" the bodyguard standing behind Hugh snapped hostilely.

"None of your business," Frank retorted bluntly and took the remaining seat.

The bodyguard glowered furiously while Hugh was taken aback.

The old man beside Hugh certainly noticed that things were hostile between Frank and Hugh, and be asked quietly, "Who is he, Mro Turnbull?"

"Oh, just some manwhore my family picked for my cousin Vicky to reject the Lionhearts' engagement."

Hugh's tone was filled with contempt, but Frank simply kept his eyes closed, not interested n talking to anyone.

No one else showed up after a long while, until an elderly hunchbacked man appeared from behind a folding screen.

He nodded at everyone and smiled. "Welcome to Jade Dragon, esteemed guests."

The other guests nodded politely in return as a gesture of respect toward the manager.

Only Frank kept his eyes closed and did not move.

The old man appeared puzzled. "Who-"

Hugh snorted. "He's just some lawless, pompous prick. Don't bother."

Seeing that Frank was not greeting him anyway, the old man ignored him and forced a smile. "'ng sure o m everyone here is aware that I, Travis Dali, have recently made a poor judgment, buying a fake jade fox Sculpture that cost me over a billion dollars."

The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Chapter 1250-Seeing that Frank was not greeting him anyway, the old man ignored him and forced a smile. "I'm sure everyone here is aware that I, Travis Dali, have recently made a poor judgment, buying a fake jade fox sculpture that cost me over a billion dollars."

Pausing, he sighed. "That means I have yet to clear my 600 million dollar debt.

And to make up for that, I am now bringing out the treasures in my collection. I hope everyone here would be willing to buy them at generous prices-you have my gratitude already."

Hugh was the first to get to his feet, spreading his hands and smiling. "Haha…

you're exaggerating, Mr. Dali-everyone knows that you're the dealer with the

best eyes in Blooming Junction, and your treasures are most extraordinary.

We'll definitely buy what you have at the right price."

"Exactly."

"Your debt will be cleared with no problem!"

The other guests agreed.

"Alright." Travis' hunched back seemed to straighten as he smiled. "Since everyone is so appreciative, let's cut to the chase. Here's my first treasure!"

He waved, and two beautiful women carefully carried out a canvas, slowly spreading it to reveal a masterpiece of a painting.

It was so well-preserved that everyone was gasping in awe, even as Travis stared into the air, reminiscing.

"This is a Rivaldi piece called the Transience, dating back to almost 800 years ago, and one of the gems of my collections. I got it from an auction at Morhen back then for 500 million, and the transaction records are available for review."

Then, his tone changed sharply. "However, as I need money urgently at the moment, I'm selling it for only 400 million. Naturally, it only goes to the highest bidder."

Hearing that, Mr. Richton, the old man beside Hugh, held up a hand and smiled.

"A genuine Rivaldi? It certainly costs a fortune… In that case, I will take it for 400 million. Are there any other bidders?" Everyone knew very well that 400 million was a modest bid-not only were Rivaldi's works exceedingly rare, but they were also treasures for collectors.

Travis had already gotten it for a bargain after acquiring it at just 500 million at an auction, and it was now available at a starting bid of 400 million.

no Whoever bought it in this auction could just resell it at another auction at a starting bid of 600 million.

It was exactly why Travis decided to sell it so quickly-he needed to pay off his debt, and who would not be interested in making a couple hundred million dollars with Zero effort?

Hence, the other guests made their bids too.

"420 million dollars."

"450 million dollars."

"500 million!"

The price shot up to 590 million, dollars as the five competed.

After making the last bid, Mr. Richton looked around with a smile: "Thistis alll camputor this bid. I'd have to give up if anyone outbids me."

around six million. If they raised it from here, it was nat negessarly a profit eventif they won.

Everyone became thoughtful-the painting's value was probably

That was why they gave up with that thought.