“Uncle Frederic, I’m here to visit you,” Bokir said with a broad smile.
“Visit me? You’re here for my antiques, aren’t you? Hahaha…” Frederic burst into laughter once he finished speaking.
Even though he said so, Frederic did not mind and quickly said, “I just got a new collection of antiques a few days ago. Some of them are quite interesting. You can take them if you like them.”
“How is that appropriate?” Bokir said bashfully.
“Oh, we’re a family. I don’t have many years left to live. If I don’t give you my things, am I supposed to take them into my grave with me?” Frederic spoke his mind nonchalantly.
However, it bothered Bokir, and she quickly said, “Uncle Frederic, don’t talk nonsense. You’ve got many years to live!”
“You’re such a sweet-talker.” Frederic was so happy that he was smiling ear to ear.
The customers seemed to know Bokir as they came over to greet her.
“It’s you, Ms. Townsend. You haven’t been to Old Master Douglas’ antique shop in a long time.”
“It’s been months since I last saw you. What have you been up to? Have you been helping your father with his business?”
“You’re a lady. Don’t get into the weapons business. That’s not a girl’s job. Visit Old Master Douglas more often when you’re free. This shop will be yours sooner or later.”
Bokir did not know how to answer so many pleasantries all at once.
Benita looked on, and only now did he realize how popular Bokir was.
Just then, Frederic suddenly looked at Benita.
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