Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

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 fora 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 I've withdrawn this from my credit card.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.

repackaged the antiques and

the door, looked to her left and right to see that there was no one around, and quickly stepped out of

it in Allison's car boot. Seeing that she was quite generous, he said, "Let me give you a word of warning, Ma'am. You should be wary of Elsa and Elise. Don't ever let them see these antiques." "What about them?" Allison asked

people who knew

say birds of a feather flock

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 a third person to know about this." "Of course. I'm not an idiot." Jon stubbed

the mansion, she made up an excuse so that Elsa and

Manor was brightly lit at night. The technicians from the security company were

its last step. After seeing that the footage was playing normally, the technicians breathed a

were off. The thief seemed to know where the cameras were,

into that person's face," he

was told. The image was blurry, and the man was wearing a

This is as much as we can restore," the manager explained. The day had been much more taxing than

was not up to par,

footage to my email,"

of relief and forwarded

security company left, Crawford Manor was

sat in the living room, cast the footage onto

floral tea and some desserts and placed them on the coffee table. "You didn't eat too much at dinnertime. Do you want a

heart warmed when he saw the swirling steam from the cup of