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
By using his power, Gustavo had gotten the bed next to Charlie. He was just about to chat with Charlie to butter him up when the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed. He quickly took out the phone and looked at it. He was a bit surprised to see that it was a call from Bruce. 'What the fuck?!' Gustavo cursed in his mind. 'How dare he call me?! Does he think he is a big shot?' At some point, Gustavo had a clear reluctance to answer calls. He disliked the feeling of answering the phone more and more because he felt that the calls would upset him. He preferred his subordinates to respectfully report to him or send him text messages in a dignified tone. On the contrary, he preferred to make phone calls when it came to giving orders because he liked the pleasure of direct command. Everyone around Gustavo knew about his dislike of answering phone calls, so they usually sent a message that started with "Dear Mr. Sanchez". He hadn't received a call like this in years. If Gustavo ha
Bruce quickly said, "Don't worry. I can go back to prison now as long as you can help me. I can receive your treatment there..." Charlie hummed and confided, "It's just that the treatment is tedious and takes time, and you have to be naked. More importantly, the treatment is quite painful, and you will definitely scream. Are you sure you want the people here to know about it?" Bruce hastily affirmed, "Don't worry about that. I'll have my most trusted guard take you out of the cell and secretly bring you to my office. I'll be waiting for you there. The soundproofing is very good. No one will hear anything. It will be a secret between us." Bruce attentively hoped to keep this situation a secret because it was too embarrassing. He could have vacated a room in the prison so that Charlie could treat him, but on second thought, he realized that no place was absolutely safe. After all, this was a prison. Many places had no blind spots and were patrolled 24 hours a day. He would be doo
Bruce's face was contorted in agony when he returned to the prison with Michael's help. He felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, the pain unrelenting. Due to the strict management of the prison, only authorized personnel were allowed to enter. Bruce ordered his trusted subordinates to bring him in to avoid suspicion and asked Michael to return to the hospital. After returning to the office, Bruce ordered his subordinate to go to Charlie's cell and take him out, all the while enduring severe pain. The prison guard went to the door of Charlie's cell, unlocked the gate, and commanded, "Who is Charlie Wade? Come out." Charlie leisurely got up from the bed and silently walked to the door. The guard first closed the cell door, then whispered to Charlie, "The warden is waiting for you in the office. Come with me." Charlie nodded and followed the guard out of the prison area. The guard first took him to the prison's infirmary. The doctor in the infirmary was off duty. The guar
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,