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.

but I’m

“500 thousand dollars can get you a house and

reasoned.

smiled and said, “Since you’ve called, I won’t beat

than a four.”

was a stranger, Carlisle

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

Yuriel ended the call.

that within a shipment of top–notch counterfeit paintings sold in Vintex

over 200 thousand tracking down the batch’s distribution to various antique 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

his last

two Harold Delacruz paintings,

bought.

also meant Carlisle likely bought the authentic one.

back in his chair, lighting

had no interest in antique paintings, he

developers eyeing the same plot, competition had

father of the official responsible for approvals had a particular fondness for Harold Delacruz’s paintings. This led competitors to buy authentic works by Harold Delacruz

and

the other end said, “Mr. Gust, people

darkened

Cameron were in a taxi,

was a river that

one stretch, the river widened, resembling the belly of a python that had