Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1493

Chapter 1493 Ten Million

 

Staring at Zayden, Levant remarked with a chuckle, “You like the shirt? It’s unique, for I customized it just for Luke. If you really like it, ask your daddy to pay, and I’ll have Luke sell it to you.”

 

 

“How much is it?” Zayden inquired, blinking his big eyes.

 

“Make the call first. I’ll tell you when you’ve gotten through to your daddy.”

 

Zayden truly wanted the shirt Luke was wearing, so he obediently did as Levant said and phoned Davin.

 

 

 

“Daddy—”

 

 

“Why did you phone me, Zayden? Are you sick of living at Imperial Garden and want me to go and drive you home?”

 

“No. I want a shirt with a cartoon and need you to pay for it.”

 

 

 

“Okay. I’ll pay for it as long as you like it. How much is it?”

 

At that question, Zayden looked up at Levant.

 

 

 

In response, Levant held out a finger. “Ten million.”

 

“Ten million,” Zayden repeated.

 

On the other end of the phone, Davin was shocked to hear that sky-high price and even suspected that he had misheard it. “What did you just say? Is it ten million or a thousand?”

 

“It’s ten million, Daddy!”

 

“Ten million? What kind of shirt did you take a fancy to? Is it made of gold? How could there possibly be such an expensive shirt?”

 

“There is! It’s a shirt with a particularly cool cartoon on it. It’s really nice, Daddy!”

 

“You can’t buy it even if it’s nice. You’re out of your mind to wear a shirt costing ten million at such a young age! Even I haven’t worn that many shirts of that price!”

 

Hearing Davin’s roar, Levant guffawed. “That proves that you’re a pauper, Davin! Since your son likes it, just buy it for him. I designed it painstakingly and especially had someone custom make it, so it’s definitely worth that price!”

 

 

After scrutinizing the shirt, Davin frowned.

 

“This shirt costs ten million? There’s nothing special about it. There’s only an ugly robot printed at the back.”

 

“Mr. Davin, this isn’t an ugly robot. This is the invincible Iron Man!”

 

“Even so, it’s not worth ten million, is it?”

 

“Why wouldn’t it be worth that price when my son has worn it, and it’s one of a kind?”

 

Stumped, Davin scoffed, “You’d better not sell it since your son has worn it. Instead, put it up for exhibition at the museum. After thousands of years, it’ll be even more valuable than ten million.”

 

“If you can get the museum to accept it, I’m willing to put it up for exhibition.”

 

“I-If I could do that, I’d put you up for exhibition at the museum to be displayed as a monster!”

 

When Tiffany saw that the two of them were getting out of hand, she interrupted them, “All right, that’s enough. Stop bickering. He actually wants you to come and chat with him, not to sell you a shirt.”

 

“Even if he wants to sell it to me, I’m not buying it!”

 

“I want to buy it, Daddy!”