Cosset You Forever novel Chapter 71

Lola's grandmother was not a master of painting. Lola cared about that painting, just because her grandmother meant a lot to her.

Looking at the anxious little woman next to him, Thomas Herren smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. If you want it, I will buy it for you."

"There is no need to compete with Harry. Let him take it. Don't spend too much money on unworthy things." Lola stared at the back of Harry and bit her bottom lip. What a fool he was! Money burns a hole in his pocket?

"Thirty million." Harry raised his paddle again.

This time, Thomas Herren didn't follow him. With the fall of a hammer, the auctioneer said, "Thirty Million, last chance! ...Bidder No. 6, Mr. Si. Congratulations!"

During the following auction, Thomas Herren bid an antique of the early Qing Dynasty for twenty million.

Harry took a landscape oil painting of a famous French artist of the 17th century with the bid of fifty million. His lavishness made everyone speechless.

After the auction, Lola together with Thomas Herren bid a farewell to guests smilingly. Her face had hardly gone numb after keeping smiling when all the others left.

Lola and Thomas walked out of the hotel escorted by several guards behind them. When they approached the parking garage, Lola relaxed her hold, quietly took out her phone, had a quick look at the message and put it back.

Seeing her little trick, Thomas Herren just smiled and said nothing.

In the parking garage.

The black Maybach overbearingly stopped in the way and a man casually laid his suit jacket on his shoulder with his tie loosened. The cigarette ends at his feet showed that he had been waiting for a long time.

Harry blew a smoke ring, looking dispirited yet handsome.

Thomas Herren looked at his own car. The case was that his car could move forward only if the Maybach drove away. It seemed that the man was trying to make trouble!

"Mr. Si, could you please move your car, thank you!" Thomas Herren's chauffeur, with great respect, asked the cold man in front of him.

"I will if she asks me to do that." Harry took the last puff and stubbed out the cigarette. Then he pointed to Lola who was draping Thomas Herren's jacket over her shoulders.

"Er..." The chauffeur embarrassedly looked at the date of the president and did not know what to do.

"Mr. Si, aren't you in a hurry to go back and accompany Miss Mo?" The woman next to him stiffened when Thomas Herren opened his mouth.

Yeah, how could she be so stupid to expect that this man would wait for her?

"There is no need to accompany other women. Keeping my wife company will suffice. But, Mr. Herren, is there no woman in A Country? Why do you bother my wife? Would you like me to send you a dozen of women?" Harry lighted another cigarette and took a puff.

Thomas Herren smiled, "Thanks, but no need. Women are everywhere but there is only one to my taste." His words squeezed the last bit of patience out of Harry.

Lola looked at the cigarette ends and stared at Harry. Then she strode forward to him. She grabbed the cigarette from him and threw it on the ground while watching him. Then she stamped out the cigarette with her black high heels.

"I'm not allowed to smoke. Why do you keep smoking here? Why?" Could the old saying be true: one man may steal a horse while another may not look over a hedge?

This was the difference between Yolanda and Lola. Yolanda would persuade Harry to give up smoking. But she never dared to come up and talk to him in this way. On the contrary, the hot-tempered Lola would only rush directly toward him to throw his cigarette with no more kind words.