Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1331

The person in charge raised his eyes, glanced at the ordinary-looking Nine Paintings in Jenson's hand, and teased. "How can you call this a precious treasure? At best, it's just a work of art that’s painted slightly well."

Though Jenson appreciated the other party's aesthetic judgment, he deliberately made it sound mysterious. "You won't be able to tell whether this is a precious treasure or not."

In order to increase the value of the treasure, Jenson handed out a Diamond Card. "As long as you can ensure that the auction goes on smoothly, I'll pay you five million bucks. Deal?"

"Five million?" The person in charge was so astounded that he carefully examined Nine Paintings again, yet even so, he did not find anything that stood out particularly.

Despite that, money had been difficult to make these days, so they were willing to accept both large and small deals here at the auction platform. If the other party was willing to pay them five million for their labor fees, then this might just be the largest deal they had ever landed in over a century.

The person in charge stood up from his chair and said

reverently, "Of course it's a deal. We promise to work closely with you to fulfill your auction requirements."

Jenson pulled out a business card from his card case." I'll contact you, then."

"Sure."

When Jenson left, a malicious sneer hung at the corner of his lips.

Was this considered bait fishing? He did not know if the fishes would take the bait, though.

Mount Pearl.

Carson came to Old Master Yorks' place and reported t o him, "Sir, Young Master refuses to leave Black Widow's room."

Spencer was petrified, seemingly struck by thunder.

When Cole had no interest in women, he hoped so badly that all the females would throw themselves at his son.

Now that Cole had actually slept with Black Widow, he felt like crying instead.

"Has Black Widow soiled the most valuable treasure in my family?" Spencer got up with trembling feet while wearing a complicated look on his face.

Carson congratulated him insincerely." Congratulations, Old Master Yorks. You will soon be able to hold your grandson."

Spencer said feebly, "What’s there to congratulate?