Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

The old man scrutinized the details of the painting through his magnifying glass and nodded at Yuriel.

“Let’s go back to the office!” Yuriel said, not even bothering to glance at Carlisle.

As Yuriel and his men left, Carlisle breathed a sigh of relief.

He had finally secured the 8.6 million dollars.

He grabbed a few cups of coffee and flagged down a cab by the roadside. To his surprise, Francis was

the one behind the wheel.

“Looks like fate has brought us together again!” Francis chuckled.

Carlisle handed Francis a cup of coffee and joked, ‘Since we’re so destined, why not become my personal driver from now on?”

With the recent back and forth between the school and the studio, Carlisle thought it would be convenient

to have Francis on board.

“So, you’ve hit the jackpot in just two hours?” Francis joked. From what he remembered, Carlisle had borrowed money from that girl just the day before, and now he was already on the hunt for a personal

driver.

Carlisle glared at him impatiently. “Are you willing to do it or not?”

“Hey, are you serious?” Francis was taken aback.

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“I’ve dabbled in a little business. I’m constantly shuttling between school and the studio, so I need a car frequently,” Carlisle explained.

Francis remembered Wanda mentioning Carlisle’s business ventures, so he believed what Carlisle had just said. “This is a company car, so I can’t offer it. Do you have your own?” he asked.

“Not at the moment. I’m planning to buy a used car,” Carlisle replied.

“Funny enough, I have a retired comrade who works as a used car intermediary,” Francis said.

“Take me to the bank first,” Carlisle instructed.

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Even bank cards weren’t ubiquitous, and many still relied on passbooks.

Opportunities for wealth were abundant in this age, especially for someone like Carlisle, who possessed memories of a past life..

Even without any business experience, he was confident in building his own business empire with the memories of his past life.

Carlisle first bought a backpack from a nearby mall and withdrew 300 thousand dollars in cash.

Back in the car, he gave Francis the address of the studio.

Wanda called Carlisle to confirm their dinner plans with Lily.

Carlisle told her to give him an hour.

Soon after, Sean called, “Carl, I’ve reserved a private room at A1 Seafood Restaurant for a welcome party for Cameron. Is that alright?”

“No problem at all. We’ve got someone new joining us too!” Carlisle said with a smile.

Back at the studio, Carlisle clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention before he announced, “Hold on

a moment, everyone. Let’s have a meeting.”

The team gathered around the couch. Carlisle began by introducing Francis, followed by each member of

the studio.

Francis looked at Carlisle with admiration. He had initially thought Carlisle was just a con artist, but now

he was starting to see his capabilities.

At nearly 30 years old, Francis couldn’t help but feel somewhat overshadowed by this young college

student.

Carlisle handed out coffee to everyone. Since he had given Francis a cup earlier, he didn’t take one for

himself.

Cameron pushed his coffee toward Carlisle, saying, “Here, Carl, you have it.”

Carlisle shook his head with a smile and pushed the coffee back. “I’m not a fan of coffee.”

“Alright, let’s move on. I have a few announcements to make,” Carlisle declared.