Chapter 242 You’re Very Honest
“What is it?” Calista asked.
As soon as the driver noticed her guarded posture, he realized he had frightened her with how sneaky he
was acting.
He immediately tried to explain himself, “Don’t get me wrong, Miss. I’m not a bad person. I don’t mean any harm. It’s jus
just that customer service gave me a call saying that Mr. Northwood had transferred 30 thousand dollars to me… No, it’s for you. He wants me to drop you off at an electronics store so you can get yourself a new phone. The remaining amount would be converted to cash and given to you.”
Lucian had offered up 35 thousand dollars. The remaining five thousand was for the driver for his troubles.
Wow, he was being given that much money for such a simple task, He wouldn’t mind picking up such generous customers every day.
Calista was rendered speechless. The only Northwood she knew was Lucian.
The cab pulled up in front of an electronics store. Calista reached out to open the car door. Since he was offering her money on a silver platter, it would be a shame to refuse it.
Lucian had been the one who bought her last phone but she transferred him the money for it. It didn’t matter to her whether he accepted it or not.
“UhHold on.” The driver immediately locked the doors to stop her. “Before you buy that phone, Mr. Northwood wants me to ask you a question.”
“What?” Calista asked.
“What’s his name?”
She was at a loss for words. Didn’t he already mention the name “Northwood“?
is he crazy?”
The driver let out a dry laugh.
to make sure I don’t have the wrong person. The service center only gave me safer to confirm that we have the right person. Just go with it, Miss. You’ll ma
But the driver was still giving her pleading looks with his hands clasped together in prayer. She felt as if he was eager to send her on her way.
She spoke through gritted teeth, “Lucian Northwood.”
“You’ve got it right.”
The driver was grinning from ear to ear as he sent the recording off to the center.
“Go on. Get yourself a phone. Mr. Northwood has stated that you’re free to get any no
phone you w
matter the price. He’ll transfer more money to you if the 30 thousand isn’t sufficient.”
Calista picked out the same model. But, she needed her ID to apply for a payment gateway. Her ID was in her purse. And, she had left her purse… back at the resort. She had completely forgotten about it.
Once the phone had been purchased, the driver left for the ATM next door and withdrew 20 thousand
dollars in cash for her.
Calista borrowed his phone to call Lucian so he could send for someone to fetch her purse. She wasn’t
keen on taking such a roundabout trip.
Also, his number was the only one she remembered. She used to remember Paul’s number. But, he
changed it after returning from abroad.
“Sure,” Lucian said.
He seemed to have more to say. Calista, however, was quick to hang up.
With the cab fare already paid for, she no longer needed to go to Yara’s store. She hadn’t taken a shower
after getting drenched in the rain last night. She felt uncomfortable.
She gave Yara a call.
won’t be dropping by, Yara. I’m heading home to take a shower.”
thought you didn’t have money for the cab fare,” Yara said.
1 have some money on me. But, it’s complicated. I’ll call and tell you more once I get the card replaced.
Sanging up Yars glared at the man in front of her.
you platit nie, Mr, Howard? Stop staring at these things
“Between these two, which is the real one?” Timothy asked.
Yara swept a casual glanc
at the items presented.
“I’m sorry, sir. Both are imitation goods.”
She didn’t want to sell a thing to Timothy. Antiques were more than met the eye. There were no
crackdowns on counterfeits.
Whether one bought a genuine piece or a fake depended on an individual’s discernment. Decade–old experts could make mistakes. What more a woman in her twenties?
If she blindly accepted a fake and sold it as a genuine piece, people would usually call it water under a bridge. That was how the antique industry worked.
But, if the buyer was Timothy, the son of a bitch would no doubt sue her until her business closed down. She would lose everything just to pay back a debt.
Timothy looked up at Yara who had a fake smile plastered on her face.
“Don’t you run an antique shop?”
“Let’s be realistic, Mr. Howard. I advise you to stop imitating the ‘know–it–alls who speak without knowing
what they’re talking about.”
She walked to the window and pushed open the vintage–hinged window. She jabbed a finger outside.
“There are 178 antique shops in this street alone. If you can find an authentic relic of this color from
before the Astralis Dynasty, I’ll be your step stool.”
The eloquent Timothy who remained undefeated in the judiciary was rendered speechless.
“Do you know why there isn’t a crackdown on counterfeits here? Because everyone knows everything is
fake. The real ones are displayed in museums. It would take a miracle to locate a high–quality authentic
piece. Those don’t come cheap. But, I can get you a more modern piece of average quality.”
He chuckled. But it was clear that there was no humor in it.
You’re very honest, Ms. Quinn.
Tourred
ack recording pan from his suit pocket. It was an
want, especially for large transactions ike this
“Do you reckon Sevede Antiques would have to change its name to Sevede’s Store of Counterfeits if I
report you?”
“Oh, shit!” Yara cursed internally.
She had stayed in her lane and yet trouble came looking for her anyway. She should’ve just stayed home
today.
After Calista was done with her bath, she decided to watch a popular high fantasy series to pass the time. She sat cross–legged on the couch and gorged herself on snacks as she watched the show
Someone came knocking on her door at half past five that afternoon.
She set aside her half–eaten hot dog and jogged to the door. Before she could look through the peephole, Lucian’s voice could be heard through the door.
“It’s me. I have your purse
Calista looked out the peephole. Sure enough, the man was there with her purse in hand. She opened the
door a crack.
“Thank you.”
Lucian stared at the porcelain arm reaching out toward him. But he didn’t hand it over as she wished. She
waved her arm up and down.
“Hand it over. What are you doing?”
Most of her body was hidden behind the door. Only part of her shoulder was exposed. He could tell from
the style of the skirt that she was in her nightgown. He cleared his throat.
“I
came all the way here just to drop off your purse. Aren’t you going to thank me? Are you not even going
to buy me dinner?”
Calista gave it some thought.
Mold on
alammed the door shut. Lucian smirked as he heard her footstepa moving away from the
wes singed with an imperceptible warmth,
“Here. Go buy yourself dinner:
She wanted to give more. After all, the man drove a multi–million dollar limo just to drop off her purse.
There was no way the hundred dollars could even cover for gas. Unfortunately, money wasn’t that easy to
come by in this day and age.
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