Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

“Thud” Lethan dropped to his knees and said, “Lyrene, I promised Shein that if Quinn really cheated, I’d come to you to apologize!”

Lyrene carefully placed the freshly washed blankets on the table using a pair of tweezers and then poured tea from a ceramic teapot.

“Shania, make the call again. Offer six million dollars to secure that painting.” Lyrene instructed.

“Six million dollars? That’s too much, isn’t it?” Shania was taken aback. That amount was almost the monthly salary for all the company employees.

Lyrene gave Shania a brief glance. Without hesitation, Shania dialed the number again. However, the call went straight to voicemail.

Shania started to fret. “Oh no, could he be talking to Yuriel?”

Lyrene sighed in exasperation. “Evermore has a much better reputation than Windex. If he gets that painting. Windex will lose its competitive edge completely.”

Meanwhile, Carlisle was indeed on the phone with Yuriel. And Yuriel had just raised the price to 8.6 million dollars.

At the Evermore headquarters, Yuriel exhaled a puff of smoke and said, “That’s my final offer…”

He had invested heavily in this painting.

“Deal. I’ll send you the account details. Once the funds are transferred, have someone contact me,” Carlisle replied.

After ending the call, Carlisle texted his bank details to Yuriel.

Upon receiving the text, Yuriel instructed his financial manager to transfer 8.6 million dollars to Carlisle’s account.

Yuriel’s financial manager happened to be his wife, Jennie Helm. She said confidently, “With our company’s credentials, we could easily overshadow Windex Corporation.”

Yuriel smirked. “You’ve been by my side for so long, but you still underestimate the intricacies of this game. Credentials are meaningless if they don’t secure us the land. It all comes down to those above us.”

Jennie pressed her lips together/contemplating. “Hasn’t Lyrene already distanced herself from Windex? Even if they acquire that land, it shouldn’t affect you much, right?”

After a brief pause, she added, “Besides, I’ve heard that Lyrene and Shein’s marriage isn’t going well. They’ve been separated for three years and only meet occasionally at family gatherings.”

Jennie thought Yuriel was being overly cautious.

Yuriel lit his cigar with a flick of his lighter. “Don’t underestimate Shein. He’s a master of mind games, and he’s likely scheming to mislead me. Once Windex Corporation gains traction, that duo will take back control of both Windex and Islo. They’ll outsmart me, putting all our businesses in jeopardy.”

Jennie looked at her husband with admiration. “So, how do you plan to deal with them?”

Yuriel took a deep drag from his cigar. He narrowed his eyes and said, “You go ahead and make the transfer.”

Carlisle’s heart raced uncontrollably as he saw 8.6 million dollars transferred into his account.

With this amount of money in the bank, the interest alone would be able to cover the family’s expenses.

But with a second shot at life, settling for a mere 8.6 million dollars felt like selling himself short.

Plus, 8.6 million dollars wouldn’t even catch the Thompsons‘ attention.

“Carl, making money again?” Cameron chuckled from beside him.

Carlisle calmed his restless heart and grinned. “Yes, I sold that painting for 8.6 million!”

Cameron felt a pang of bitterness. Earning money was no small feat, and Carlisle seemed so easily pleased with just over eight million. Even the five hundred he’d lent himself felt like a small fortune in comparison.

Carlisle’s phone rang again. It was Windex Corporation calling. Without waiting for the caller to speak, Carlisle said, “Sorry, the painting’s been sold. Please don’t call again.”

He hung up without hesitation. Having already offended them, he reckoned a little more rudeness seemned inconsequential.

Back at Windex, Shania sat despondently on the couch, while Lyrene let out a slight sigh.

It wasn’t just Shania who had doubts, Lyrene had hesitated earlier, too. After all, several million dollars wasn’t pocket change. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Lethan looked up in confusion. “Shania, who were you talking to on the phone? That voice sounded

familiar.”

He wondered if it was Carlisle.