I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 1006 We Need A Professional

Allison could tell that Jon was thinking about money. She was worried that trouble would follow once the antiques entered the black market.

She said, "No, you can't do that now. Old Master Crawford is very angry that you hurt his precious great-granddaughter, and he'll find out that you stole the antique if you release them into the black market now. Also, your jammer is useless. They're restoring the footage, and I don't know if you've managed to sneak in undetected. No, you'll have to leave A City and lay low for a while."

Jon frowned. Things were not that complicated when he first accepted the job!

"I don't have money now. I'll only have the money to run away after I sell the antiques," he said while lighting up a cigarette, indicating that he was not going anywhere.

Allison took out a fat stack of banknotes from her handbag and handed it to him. "Here's two hundred thousand dollars. I've withdrawn this from my credit card. Deduct this from your pay that I've promised you, and we'll split the rest after you've sold the antiques."

Jon's eyes widened when he saw the money, though he was not quite satisfied because the amount was less than what Allison had promised him. "That's not going to be enough. What if you go back on your word? I'd rather keep the antiques with me."

Allison glared at him. 'What a greedy man!'

"Isn't this enough for you? If I had money, I wouldn't have hired you to steal the antiques! Don't worry, I'll keep to my word. Ever since you stepped into Crawford Manor, we've been on the same boat. I won't be so stupid as to betray you. Take the money, buy a ticket, and leave A City now," she said as she stuffed the money into his hands. Then, she went further into the house and inspected the antiques.

She was satisfied that Jon knew the worth of the antiques. He had made sure that all the antiques were not damaged while he was escaping.

Jon blew a smoke ring. "What do you think? I took anything that wasn't bolted down."

"Not bad. Pack them up again and bring them to my car. I want to lock them in the safe of my mansion. After things have died down a bit, come back and help me sell the antiques," Allison said with satisfaction. She was also in dire need of money, but she had to be patient.

She still had a hundred thousand dollars on her credit card. That would barely last her until she got the dividends from T Corporation.

Jon deftly repackaged the antiques and stuffed them into a sack.

Allison opened the door, looked to her left and right to see that there was no one around, and quickly stepped out of Jon's house.

he said, "Let me give you a word of warning, Ma'am. You should be wary

not planning to show the antiques to

people who knew

cigarette. "They say birds of a feather

frowned. The sun was getting hotter, and her skin could not take it. "I know. You'd better not linger here for too long either. Also, don't brag about what you've done. I don't want

not an idiot." Jon stubbed out

the car away. Before she returned to the mansion, she made up an excuse so that Elsa and Elise vacated the place. She felt a lot more relieved after storing all the

at night. The technicians

their best to restore

was at its last step. After seeing

breathed a sigh

black-and-white because all the lights were off. The thief seemed to know where the cameras were, though he could not avoid being captured in the

into that person's

technician did what was told. The image was blurry, and the man

a balaclava. There were

much as we

more taxing than the

the restored footage was not up to par, and the signal jammer seemed to

my

manager breathed a sigh of relief and forwarded the footage to

people from the security company left, Crawford Manor was silent

the living room, cast the footage onto the

some desserts and placed them on

warmed when he saw the swirling steam from the cup of tea. He lowered his head and kissed her. "Thank you,