Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 174

“Ugh!” Joy rolled her eyes gratuitously at him. “You want to buy it? What right do your have?”

Curtis was in a foul mood, not much for small talk, and just spat out a number, “Ten grand?”

Joy’s firm resolve almost crumbled under the weight of the cash onslaught.

A starting bid of ten grand for a single photo? Did the guy have any numbers in his world that were less than five figures? Did he count from ten thousand when he was learning math as a kid?

What in the world did this jerk want with Anne’s photo?

Joy squared her shoulders, pride ringing out clear, “Not for sale!”

Curtis gave her a glance, his eyes cold and dismissive, “Twenty grand.”

Rich kids with silver spoons really did live in a different universe, huh? Their currency were galaxies away from us mere mortals.

units

“You think twenty grand can buy me? As if!” To show her resolve, she locked her phone. and pocketed it.

Selina clapped, eyes wide with admiration, “You’ve genuinely been Leanne’s ride or die all these years. She got it right about you!”

mouth twitched into a half-smile, upping the ante, “An Hermès.”

words were squeezed through clenched

“Birkin.”

the

Birkin, for crying out loud! And not just any, but one with rare leather! Damn these rich folks,

let out a yowl of pain

Who do you think you’re bribing here? Her spine’s tougher than diamond; you could put that bag right in front of her, and she wouldn’t

to be losing patience, probably not used to dealing with such ‘petty’ transactions and

it. You have three seconds to decide, or the deal’s off.” He glanced at his watch, his eyelids

1/2

“Three-two-one…

Selina aside, fished out her phone, and asked, “When is

there, her face the picture of

Leanne emerged, dragging her suitcase

actually seen anything earlier, but the moment he heard they were going to sell it to Jeremy, he was on high alert and made

at the photo he had traded with a six-figure bag, he thought that not. everything could be measured in

“exclusive rights.

happy to agree, “No

from one to the other, puzzled by their sudden peaceful coexistence, “What’s