Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 91

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 91

The boss answered solemnly, “5 million.”

“5 million?” Cheryl stared at the painting in front of her and, deep down in her heart, she wanted nothing more than to take the painting home. Hence, she turned to Brandon. “Honey, why don’t we bargain for the price and buy this painting?”

“But…” Brandon was hesitant. 5 million isn’t a problem, but if I were to purchase a counterfeit, there’s nowhere to get justice this time.

Just when the couple hesitated, a middle-aged woman appeared out of nowhere and spoke to the stall owner, “Boss, is this 5 million? I’ll take it!”

Janet looked up when she heard that, noticing the middle-aged woman had a furtive look. The woman’s sheepish expression alone was enough to reveal that she was guilty. She must be working with the stall owner and if my guess is correct, they are husband and wife.

Nevertheless, Cheryl was oblivious to it. Once she saw someone else trying to compete with her to purchase Master Nato’s painting, she instantly lost her sense of judgment. “No way, I saw it first!”

The middle-aged woman glanced at her while commenting softly, “Have you paid for it? I noticed that you’ve been standing there for the longest time.”

After that, Cheryl vehemently glared at Janet. If Janet hadn’t stirred up trouble out of nowhere, I would have purchased the painting by now.

When the stall owner saw two people competing to buy the painting, he couldn’t help but cackle evilly in secret. Soon, he went along with the flow. “Well, why don’t we do this? You should each make an offer and the highest bidder gets the painting!”

The middle-aged woman agreed with the stall owner. “Boss, I’ll offer you 6 million. Will you sell it to me?”

“Well…” The stall owner pretended to look as if he was caught between a rock and a hard place. “Why don’t you ask the couple over there?”

Cheryl looked as if she was on the verge of tears when she spoke to Brandon, “Honey, let’s offer 6.1 million.”

Nevertheless, he did not immediately agree to it and instead spoke to the owner, “Boss, the agreed price was 5 million. You can’t possibly increase the price just because someone else has showed up, can you? My wife loves this painting a lot, so why don’t you just sell it to me?”

The stall owner snorted. “You can only blame yourself for being slow when the price of the painting was still at 5 million earlier. If you aren’t interested, I’ll sell this piece to the madam here.”