Back to the Past Breaking the Love Spell (Carlisle Zahn) novel Chapter 109

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?”