Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 108

The call came from an unfamiliar number with the last six digits ending in eights.

Carlisle answered, and a deep voice came from the other end. “Is this Carlisle from Riverland University?”

Carlisle replied, “Yes, may I ask who’s calling?”

“It’s Yuriel,” came the reply.

“Mr. Gust!” Carlisle exclaimed.

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the “Galloping Horses” painting he held.

This painting rightfully belonged to Yuriel, but Carlisle had bought it first. He wondered if Yuriel would

confront him over this.

“No need to be nervous. Just treat me like anyone else.” Yuriel tried to sound reassuring.

Collecting himself, Carlisle asked, “Mr. Gust, what can I do for you?”

Yuriel inquired, “Did you purchase the ‘Galloping Horses‘ painting from Retrovintique?”

“Yes, I did, Carlisle replied.

‘Til offer you 500 thousand dollars for it. What do you say?” Yuriel offered a price that would be hard for

anyone to refuse.

sorry, Mr. Gust, but I’m not willing

brow furrowed slightly. “500 thousand dollars can get you a house and a car. Think about it,” he

reasoned.

said, “Since you’ve called, I won’t beat around the bush. I

than a four.”

a stranger, Carlisle kept the details

implied figure of 4 million dollars. Being a billionaire, he wasn’t fazed. “I’ll sweeten the deal

Yuriel ended

months ago that within a shipment of top–notch counterfeit paintings sold

shops. Over the past three months, he had visited numerous antique shops across several cities, buying up all of Harold Delacruz’s paintings, whether authentic or

was his last

Harold Delacruz paintings, one of which Carlisle had

bought.

Carlisle likely bought the authentic one.

in his chair, lighting a cigar.

interest in antique paintings,

the same plot, competition

approvals had a particular fondness for Harold Delacruz’s paintings. This led competitors to

phone rang, and Yuriel

Gust,

darkened

Cameron were in a taxi, crossing over

a river that crossed

stretch, the river widened, resembling the belly of a python