Clarence Steele had a unique perspective, and his professional knowledge was very solid.

Most importantly, he seemed to be a relatively honest and straightforward person.

Hence, Xyla Quest was very willing to hire him. Once her antique company was established, she would need a trustworthy right-hand man.

Even if she hadn't coincidentally bumped into him today, she would also look for him when she established her antique company.

Clarence instantly nodded. "Alright... I'll definitely come over when the time comes. This painting is precious. You should either hang it up at home or just sell it. It's not safe to carry it around in your hands," Clarence said.

"I'll just sell it somewhere..." By doing so, Xyla would have enough money to establish her antique company.

"Alright... I'll bring you somewhere in front. There's a large antique store... They will certainly buy it. In fact, they would offer a high price." Clarence passionately guided Xyla forward.

Due to his plump figure, the flesh on his body bounced a little when he walked. It was hilarious.

"Alright." Xyla smiled and followed Clarence. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Clarence and Xyla, one was plump, and the other was thin. The contrast between them was

followed behind the two of them didn't dare

Xyla eventually arrived at the largest antique store in the antique market-Times Antique

store with the largest area in the

a total of two floors, and the store was designed with a local

ancient quality to

moment, the store's door was left open without care. One could clearly see that

sorts of antique items placed on

a look around, Xyla led the way into

of the counter. He was wearing a dark red surcoat with coarse fabric. Right then, the old man had his far-sighted glasses

recognized

the president of Antique Association she and Sharon Lindt

Xavier slowly looked

stood up and walked up to her

"Yeah, nice

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255