His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Faithe hopped out of the passenger seat first, making her way around to open the door for Casper. "Mr. Casper, we're here."

Casper glanced at Eliza. "We're here, let's get out."

He led the way, with Eliza following at a respectful distance.

Faithe sped up to catch up with her, whispering, "Mr. Manuel invited Mr. Casper over because he wants to hand over some of the paintings he's collected over the years. You should help Mr. Casper inspect them."

"Faithe, you brought the wrong person. You should've brought an art expert."

She wasn't an expert. She might not be helpful even if she knew a bit about art.

Rumor had it Manuel was from a royal lineage. His home was lavishly decorated, with famous paintings adorning every wall. Many unique antique vases seemed to have a lot of history.

Manuel came out to greet Casper with a wide smile. From a distance, he extended his hand. "Mr. Casper, it's been a long time. Your presence is an honor."

"Mr. Manuel, you're too kind."

Manuel recognized Faithe but not Eliza. As a man who had seen countless women, the first sight of such a beautiful woman made his gaze darken slightly. "And this is...?"

Eliza from our company's design department. I brought her along to broaden her horizons,"

Her identity depended on who

might lose their luster next to her," Manuel

barely managed

politely shake his hand, Casper took it instead. Mr. Manuel, let's see your prized piece. Ms. Eliza has a bit of understanding, so let

look."

gaze lingered on Eliza's delicate face. Men and women alike could recognize such a look-lust, desire.

Manuel?" Casper's voice brought him back to

chuckled, "Of course,

were rarely in private hands.

and studied the

close. .

right?" Manuel positioned the painting. "This

Eliza look. Masterpieces, in every aspect,

a fortune on this. I know Mr. Casper enjoys

impressive and felt historical. If it were genuine, it would

Manuel, how much are you planning to sell this painting to Mr.

our nearly decade-long friendship, a hundred million. I'll let it go because Mr. Casper likes it,"