Earlier, Charlie had abruptly gotten involved in the conflict between Gustavo and Moses. Leandro was worried but didn't dare to involve himself in whatever went down. Seeing that Charlie had left with Gustavo and come back together, he presumed that there was no conflict or danger, so he plucked up the courage to approach Charlie. Knowing Leandro's smart and wise characteristics, Charlie smiled and suggested, "From today, Gustavo will be moving into my cell. Would you like to move in too?" Leandro gasped in shock. He couldn't understand why the infamous Gustavo would take the initiative to move into Charlie's cell. After all, Gustavo's cell was the best in the entire prison. Only a fool would give up such a good room to live in an ordinary cell. However, when Charlie invited him, he jumped excitedly and beamed, "Thank you for the offer. Okay, I'll move in with you!" In Leandro's opinion, he couldn't get in touch with a powerful man like Gustavo even in his dreams. Now, he had
Because of Gustavo's presence, Leandro quickly packed his belongings and moved to Charlie's cell as the yard time was about to end. When Gustavo arrived at Charlie's cell, he blurted out in astonishment, "Damn! Why is your cell so clean?!" The other inmates exchanged dismayed glances with each other, remembering the vivid memory of the cleaning misery in their minds. With an ambiguous smile, Charlie affirmed, "Hygiene is the most important thing in this cell. I don't care if they are locked up because of arson, murder, theft, sexual assault, or fraud. If anyone doesn't keep the cell clean, I'll make them pay."He then looked at Gustavo and added in a serious voice, "You too." Trembling in fear, Gustavo hastily replied, "Don't worry. I'll do whatever you say!" For Gustavo, Charlie was his only protection to stay alive, so he dared not disobey him at this moment. Noticing the simple decoration in the cell despite being clean, he suggested attentively, "I spent at least 200 g
Gustavo was supposed to be the one who spent the night at the hotel, but Bruce benefited from it. Gustavo's men had received the message regarding Bruce's arrival in advance. They were waiting at the door when Bruce arrived at the hotel and attentively escorted him to the presidential suite on the top floor. The two women, who had flown all the way from Argentina, had been waiting in the room. Both were dressed in sexy and appealing cosplay costumes. One was an obedient maid while the other was a submissive and cowardly prisoner. When Bruce entered the room, the two ladies swiftly approached him, and the maid beamed in a charming voice, "Master! You're back!" The female prisoner stuttered in a slightly nervous voice, "W-Warden... Y-You're back..." This sight excited Bruce instantly, and he could feel blood rushing all over his body. Although he was an experienced playboy, he had never experienced such treatment in an exclusive location. The two ladies' beauty was out of t
The "maid" soon noticed something unusual. She looked down, hastily stepped back in horror, and mumbled, "W-What the hell is that?!" The "prisoner" was equally terrified. She stepped back, waved her hands frantically, and quavered, "I-I-I'm afraid I can't take it... I-I'll refund the money..." By this time, Bruce's face had turned red. It wasn't because he was angry, but he was in so much pain that he felt like he was going to explode at any moment. He had never experienced such severe pain in his life. Each second felt like forever. Despite her horror, the "maid" approached him and asked, trembling, "S-Sir, I t-t-think you should have that checked. It looks like the tissue is dying..." Bruce was sweating profusely. The increasing pain had caused his legs to weaken and even begin to shake violently. He desperately covered his penis and cried out in misery, "Q-Quick! H-Help me! It's going to explode... I can't take it anymore!" The two ladies were shivering in fear. The
Hearing that Bruce wanted ice cubes, the agile Camilla quickly urged, "Talia, there's an ice bucket in the suite bar with a bottle of champagne in it. Go get the bucket!" Talia, the woman in the prisoner costume, came to her senses and immediately rushed out of the bedroom. After a series of clanging sounds, Talia ran over with an iron bucket full of ice cubes. Camilla quickly grabbed the bucket, crouched down, and squatted in front of Bruce's crotch as she handed the bucket to him. Bruce wanted to put his penis directly into the bucket, but due to the limitation of the situation, he had no choice but to pour the ice cubes between his legs. He thought the ice cubes would ease his pain, but to his bewilderment, the ice cubes could not relieve the severe pain and extreme swelling at all. Due to the painful and agonizing sensation, Bruce's face distorted more and more. The unprecedented pain completely broke him down emotionally. He sat on the floor and wailed his lungs out. A
Michael asked in surprise, "What happened? Are you hurt?" "It's worse than being hurt..." Bruce choked up. "Only you can save me now..." Realizing the urgency of the matter, Michael hurriedly said, "Where are you? I'll come over right now!" Although Michael was a professional doctor, Bruce knew that Michael couldn't do much as he would be alone and wouldn't have any medical equipment with him. The best and safest thing to do now was to go to the hospital himself. Hence, he cautioned, "Michael, listen carefully. I need you to prepare a private treatment room right now. Don't let any other doctor near me except you. Do it now! I'll come to the hospital right away!" "Okay, but first tell me what's going on so that I can be more prepared and waste no time!" queried Michael anxiously. Bruce hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat, and heaved, "I-It's my penis. I-It's about three times larger than usual... I-I feel like it's about to die..." "Holy shit!" Michael yelped in sh
Camilla got into Bruce's car and drove them to Manhattan Hospital. The car screeched to a stop at the door of Manhattan Hospital ten minutes later. Michael had been waiting at the door with a wheelchair. Seeing the car coming, he hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and opened the door. Bruce was curled up in the passenger seat, his body twitching and shivering in great pain. Shocked to realize the urgency, Michael quickly carried him out of the seat. Through the robe, he saw the outline of Bruce's penis and was stunned. He gasped involuntarily, "Bruce, please tell me this is not a prank!" Bruce broke down and exclaimed, "This is not April Fool, and I'm in no mood to play a prank on you, especially not with my damn penis! For God's sake, can you please hurry up and do a check-up?!" Michael came to his senses and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I-It's just too scary..." As he spoke, he pushed the wheelchair and ran toward the inside of the hospital.
Michael looked at Bruce and affirmed in a serious tone, "From the looks of it, it is impossible to find out the cause of the disease, but your current situation is indeed perilous. We can't stop the high surge of blood pressure in your penis, and the tissues there are showing signs of hypoxia and necrosis. If we don't cut it off as soon as possible, it may cause systemic sepsis, and it's bad for you..." "Fuck!" Bruce cursed in rage. "Hey, I came to see you to fix it, not to just chop it off! Haven't you ever encountered such a condition?!" Michael attested sternly, "You have to trust my diagnosis. We have many ways to fix it if it's just a normal swelling, but your case is different. This color indicates that the tissue is already necrotic. This is why people have to amputate their legs and hands. There's nothing much we can do." He cleared his throat and added, "Professional doctors can actually tell at a glance whether the condition is good or bad and whether amputation is nece
Mr. Cardensky's forgery syndicate had made the bronze sculpture—all Zachary had done was talk Jacob into buying it, and Jacob himself had made some money after Raymond bought it.That meant the entire plot had nothing to do with Zachary as he was just a mediator at best.In other words, if the bronze sculpture was worth nothing, he didn't lose anything… although he wouldn't make a cent even if it was worth a hundred million.However, he also knew all too well what Jacob Wilson was like.In fact, in this world, he was only second to Charlie when it came to knowing what type of man Jacob Wilson really was—not even Claire or Elaine would win against them.He was a dead man.That was Zachary's immediate thought on the matter, should Jacob ever find out.After all, Jacob was precisely one of those people who didn't play by any rules—no buyer's regret? No seller's remorse? None of that applied to him.Not even the Gods could make Jacob offer a refund if he scalped them. And vice vers
As Mick Crane had established a corrupted hierarchy in Vintage Deluxe, he had to make sure his position was never threatened by Raymond Cole.That was why he wanted Raymond gone, and it was obvious from that how important self-gain was to him.However, though he plotted to protect this job with a salary of several hundred grand per annum and incentives worth just as much, he didn't think that doing so meant he had missed out on 20 million.And to add insult to injury, that 20 million had ended up in Raymond's pocket.Mick wasn't just thunderstruck—he wished he was dead.Hanging up on Trippy right then, he called Zachary directly since Zachary had told him earlier that text notifications from his number would be silenced.Zachary was just about to fall asleep when his phone began buzzing.Already annoyed when he picked up his phone, he immediately snapped at Mick when he saw who the caller was. "I told you! Text me if you have any updates, and I'll check it when I wake up! Why ar
As Ian Cash's trio turned and left Treasure Measure, Trippy was still standing there, staring blankly as they headed off to the distance, utterly dispirited.Seeing that, Raymond returned his phone and said coolly, "We had agreed on some ground rules, but not only did you break them, you even tried to sabotage me.""Since you refuse to be honorable, you can't blame me for being cold—starting now, we shall have nothing to do with each other. We'll be strangers even if we bump into each other."Trippy was already choking, and he snatched his phone back before dashing out of Treasure Measure, calling Mick Crane as soon as he left.Mick had just arrived at Vintage Deluxe and hadn't even sat down when Trippy called, and he asked as soon as he answered, "How did it go? What did you find out?"However, Trippy was so exasperated he burst into tears right then, "M-Mr. Crane… My dear Mr. Crane…"Mick was left reeling from shock, and he promptly snapped, "Can't you fucking talk? Why are you
Seeing that the transaction was complete and that the bargain deal had been taken, the other collectors all excused themselves and left.As for Ian, once he had bagged the bronze sculpture, he nodded at Raymond. "I apologize for leaving early, Mr. Cole, but I must return to Eastcliff. However, you can contact me again should you pick up another treasure. I'm quite a spendthrift, and I pay up right away if the item is good and the price is right."Raymond smiled. "Very well. I shall contact you first the next time I get something good."Ian nodded and was ready to leave with his two friends when Trippy chased after them."Please, Mr. Cash!" He cried urgently, his anxiety overcoming him. "You shouldn't buy that! It's a forgery!"Ian frowned at him. "Are you trying to sabotage Mr. Cole? Aren't you supposed to be his friend?""Hell, no!" Trippy promptly replied. "I'm no friend of his—I'm just here to watch, but I didn't think he dared to trick you for 20 million! I can't bear to see
No one except Raymond expected that the terms would be agreed upon so quickly.He was utterly confident in his judgment and even more so in his value appraisal.He was convinced that once they had a good look, any one of these collectors who could afford twenty million wouldn't miss this bargain.After all, an opportunity to secure an item worth millions more than the price they paid was very rare.In fact, when the other nine collectors heard that the first collector was buying it, it was only to be expected even if it left them all gloomy. They had all held the bronze sculpture in their hands—they knew it was definitely worth that much.However, no one in the room was more shocked than Trippy.He looked utterly flabbergasted, his eyes wide and bulging as he stared at the bronze sculpture while asking himself the same question repeatedly.Was that crap really worth twenty million? How?!While Trippy was still stunned, Raymond had already sent his payment details to the first
Unable to nitpick on the air stewardess' response, Elaine pouted, "Well, try to ask management to improve on your first-class cabins anyway. Maybe even make a premium-class or something since it's not like we can't afford it."The air stewardess quickly said, "We will definitely relay your message to the management."Nodding in satisfaction, Elaine waved her off. "Alright. You can go back to work now."Clearly relieved, the air stewardess bowed her head respectfully. "Always happy to be of service."After the air stewardess left, Jacob asked Elaine in curiosity, "Was the private jet that good?"Elaine rolled her eyes. "Didn't you see the stuff I posted in the chat group?""Not really," Jacob blurted. Elaine was ready to snap at him for not caring, but considering that they had made up now and she shouldn't fuss too much over the little things, she snorted, "Just remember to like and comment on all my posts in the chat group, otherwise, I will make you regret it!""No problem!"
While the ten collectors were taking turns studying the bronze sculpture, Jacob and Elaine were boarding their flight.As they were flying first-class, they had priority over the other passengers and boarded from the separate plug door at the first-class section.The capacity of the Boeing 777 was huge, and the wide-body aircraft could be connected to a special double corridor bridge where first class and business class passengers boarded separately from the economy class passengers.As the terminals to economy class and business class were connected, Elaine and Jacob were able to get through the first-class terminal unimpeded, but the passengers in economy class had a queue of over two hundred passengers. Even as she walked, Elaine was looking over her shoulder and exclaiming at Jacob, "Must be nice being rich! We used to have to queue like the rest of them, waiting for over thirty minutes just to board our flight." "In first class, we may be in the same plane, but we don't hav
Meanwhile, once Raymond had briefed everyone about the rules, he opened the door and invited everyone into Treasure Measure.It was not that wide but appeared spacious since the interior was mostly empty—it was not really crowded even with thirty-ish people.Then, locking the door from the inside, Raymond told them, "I can tell from everyone's faces that we are all veterans here, so I'm sure you understand the rules while appraising: no photos or videos, thank you very much."Indeed, there were many rules that governed the hobby, the most important being respecting the seller's requests and privacy.As the collectors listened, they knew that Raymond was selling but did not want the public to know too much about him.They all nodded, and those who had their phones out slid them back into their pockets.With that, Raymond took out the bronze sculpture that he had brought, leaving Trippy a little surprised.He had never seen the bronze sculpture with his own eyes before, only from
"Alright!" Trippy was at once fawning, tagging along behind Raymond like a little child.Around thirty people were waiting in front of Treasure Measure by now. The collectors came in twos or threes, and all ten numbers had since been taken.Before Raymond arrived, he had a brief look at the collectors' faces through the security cameras before walking over, and he was really relieved to see no familiar faces.Having traded Oskian antiques for years abroad, it was only natural that he was acquainted with some of the elite collectors in the country.He also knew that they were especially demanding with the quality of their collection and wanted almost flawless items. As such, the bronze sculpture which had been completely lost wouldn't interest them.Still, he was also a little concerned that amongst the elite collectors he knew, there might be some who were losing money and losing purchasing power in turn. If they happened to take an interest in the bronze sculpture on top of that,