Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 86

Starry was woken up by the doorbell, she was outlining last night, writing a little late and went to bed at almost 1am.

The alarm clock had long been turned off by her, was sleeping heavily, the doorbell rang one after another, Starry frowned and sat up from the bed.

The doorbell that rang just now subsided, she looked sideways at the alarm clock, and found that it was not early, it was already after ten o'clock.

She didn't want to sleep anymore, so she got up and changed her clothes and went downstairs to open the door.

Seeing Hamish, Starry was struck by a rare moment, "It's you?"

Hamish lifted his baseball cap slightly, revealing those clear eyes, and looked carelessly at Starry, "Wanted a favor from President Bradley."

Starry looked at him for a while, half a moment, before sidling up and letting him in, "I just woke up, you can come in first."

Hamish was not polite and lifted his leg to follow her into the villa.

It was Hamish's second time in Starry's cottage, and there was an extra pot of greenery he couldn't name on the table, and two small goldfish on the small bar.

The sun was just right at ten o'clock, and the whole house was bathed in sunshine as it filtered in through the windows.

Starry soon came down from upstairs, she poured him a glass of water and then gave into the kitchen to serve herself a bowl of porridge, before asking, "What do you want?"

Hamish is also straightforward, fished out a bank card from inside his pocket and handed it directly to Starry, "On Saturday night, Carales Auction House will auction a Chinese Qing Dynasty vase, and I want to ask President Bradley to help me get that vase."

He said, glancing at Starry, and added, "This vase is a birthday present for my grandfather."

Starry thought for a moment, "You can ask Catherine to help with this kind of thing."

Hamish leaned back on the couch, "That vase is about five million."

Starry pursed his lips slightly, "Okay, I'll help you."

A young starlet, shoot a five million vase for elders as a gift.

Catherine is not stupid, a little thought, and guessed that Hamish family is not simple, but Hamish does not want Catherine to know.

"Thank you President Bradley."

He said, getting up and offering to leave, "Then I won't bother you."

"Hmm."

Starry responded softly and watched him leave before walking to the table and sitting down and starting to drink the porridge.

After finishing her porridge, Starry looked at the bank card on the table, and after looking at it for a while, she picked up her phone and called Izabella.

Saturday night.

Izabella looked at the red light in front of her and was a bit puzzled, "Little Starry, why are you suddenly interested in vases?"

Starry has never been interested in antiques, but the day before yesterday she received a call from Starry asking her to accompany her to the auction this evening.

"A friend asked me to help."

Izabella was a little curious, "Male friends?"

Starry turned his head and looked at Izabella and smiled lightly, "Don't think anything of it, it's just a normal friend."

She spoke gently and calmly, and Izabella knew as soon as she heard her that she meant it.

"Even if it's an ordinary friend, I'm curious as to what kind of person could have invited you to come out."

Since his divorce from Filip, Starry can be said to be semi-reclusive, the number of times he goes out is limited, not to mention going to places like the auction house.

Starry curled his lips and smiled, not answering Izabella's question.

The red light ahead turned green, and Starry closed his eyes, "The light is green."

The red sports car started again, and soon the car stopped in front of the auction house.

This evening's auction seems to be quite attractive, with a number of luxury cars parked outside the auction house.