Chapter 294
No matter how desperate she was for money, the wonât accept any dough with a shady past. She lived within her means, earning and spending based on her own abilities, which gave her life more dignity Comelia said with a smile, âMr Hartles, this gift is too extravagant. I cant accept it. But really appreciate your kindnessâ
Marcus replied. âThis manuscript is nothing but trash to me if you donât want it. i just toss it in the bin
Comelia responded, âMr Hartley, itâs your stuff, youâre free to do whatever you want with it. As your assistant, itâs not my place to interfereâ
âThen help me throw it awayâ Marcus said convinced that Comelia wouldnât have the heart to do it. But to his surprise, she took the box without hesitation and tossed it into the trash bin Mr Hartley, I need to go back to my room to prepam some documentsâ she said
Marcus thought to himself, âWhatâs gotten into her today? How dare she act like this towards me?â
He bent down to pick up the box sheâd thrown in the trash Even if she could throw it away, he couldnât.
Back in her room, Cornelia slapped her hand, regretting her decision How could she let him just throw away something so valuable?
At two in the afternoon, Comelia and Marcus arrived at the art exhibition, where she finally met the legendary artist Nimon
Nimon in his thirties, was not only handsome but also talented
Comelia was surprised to leam that Marcus and Nimon were friends
As always the Frenchman was warm and friendly Upon seeing Marcus, Nimon gave him a hearty hug and said, âMarc, long time no seeâ
âLong time no see!â Marcus replied, turning to Comelia, âThis is Cornelia)
Comelia stepped forward, âNice to meet you, Mr Nimon!â
Nimon gave her a friendly hug. âMrs Hartley you look beautiful!â
Comelia quickly clarified, âMr Nimon, youâve misunderstood. Im Cornelia, Mi Hartleyâs assistant, not his wife. We just share the same nameâ
Nimon was confused, âYouâre not Marcâs wife?â
Marcus intervened, but he spoke in French, which Cornelia didnât understand.
Comelia had no idea what Marcus was saying, but every time he spoke, Nimon would look at her and laugh.
Unable to understand, Comelia could only respond with a silly smile
They chatted in French for a while before switching to English to discuss the business at hand.
Marcus was clear about his intentions, âI want to buy your Arc de Triomphe paintingâ
âWhat? You want my Arc de Triomphe? Nimon was confused, âYouâre a fan of ancient art, why would you want it?â
âJust tell me the priceâ Marcus always dominated the negotiations His words carried a powerful sense of pressure
Nimon made a number gesture with his hand, Ill give you a friendly price, what do you think?â
âOthers buy your painting for five million, yet I have to pay ten million. Youâre a real friend, Marcus retorted. He didnât lack money, but not everyone could make him splash the cash