PopularNovelChapter 2067 Tritus' Regrets
Beads of sweat rolled down Tritus' forehead as he bowed down. He dared not move a muscle upon recalling that
Old Mr. Bane was the honorary chairman of the Antiques and Cultural Relics Association. When it cto
antiques and cultural relics, Old Mr. Bane's keen eyes were tantamount to modern identification machines.
Judging from his reaction, it was obvious that the painting was authentic. The late realization made Tritus
shudder. Micah's The Seasons... It is a priceless work of art.
Everyone in Bainbridge knew that Old Mr. Bane was a Micah mania. He even went to great lengths by
announcing that the Bane Family would grant a wish to whoever could give him The Seasons. The Bane Family is
one of the greatest families in Cathay! If they can grant a wish...
In hindsight, Tritus could feel his scalp tingling and the goosebumps running all over his body upon the
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realization. Standing opposite him was Matthew, who could decipher that he was up to something from those
greedy eyes.
He fished out the contract, waving it lightly in midair to make Matthew rue his decision. Should | repurchase it by
tripling the price? But can money translate its value? Can | ask for help from the Banes for the third time
unconditionally?
Gritting his teeth, Tritus glared at Matthew in rage. This annoying guy is the one to blame.
At that moment, Old Mr. Bane piped up, "Matt, | love this painting. Could you give it to me?"
Matthew shrugged coolly. "It is a gift for you, so please take it."
"Thanks, Matt." Old Mr. Bane patted Matthew's shoulder, and his solemn expression gave way to a genuine
smile. "It's getting late. | have something prepared in my manor. Shall we head there right now?" Matthew
nodded. "I'm honored to be your guest."
At that point, Tritus knew nothing he did could make things right. His reddened eyes fixed on the duo leaving.
With one painting, not only did Matthew earn brownie points from Old Mr. Bane, but he also snatched the chance
to visit Old Mr. Bane's manor!
According to Tritus' knowledge, he could count the number of Old Mr. Bane's guests with his hands alone, and
every single one was a big nin Bainbridge. Without Old Mr. Bane's consent, no one dared to lay a foot in his
manor, not even the youngsters in the Bane Family.
After he comprehended the situation, a pang of guilt hit him like a tsunami.
"You had one job, Mr. Wadley." Matthew slapped Ajay, who covered his swollen cheek in a grievance.
Who would have thought a painting from a stall by the street was the original work?
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Tritus flicked his hand and left in low spirits. Scenes of what happened earlier replayed in his head; his
mischievous grin, his foolish decision to sign the contract, and that valuable painting that slipped through his
fingers. Everything should've belonged to me. Why does Matthew deserve to be Old Mr. Bane's guest? He's
nothing but a country bumpkin! I should be the one receiving the invitation! Darn it!
The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt around his chest. He barely took two steps when dizziness
clouded his head. Following that was his vision going black before he fell into a swoon due to extranger. He
could still scarcely hear Ajay's frantic voice calling, "M-Mr. Tritus! What's going on?!"
Soon, he lost consciousness without knowing that Old Mr. Bane had invited Matthew before the deal happened.
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