"How could we possibly find someone solely with an unverified name?" Serene paced back and forth breathing through her teeth. "Don't you also visit her house?" Serene added with serious face.
"How would I know when we drove there in the middle of the night!" Rubben scartches his head frustratedly.
"Are you sure you were dreaming?" Serene chuckled.
"No, I am not!" Rubben replied with a straight face. "Look, hear me out. I cooked for her and even made her laugh. I even attended party with her."
"You forget to ask where the gallery was and moreover you forget to get her number!" Aren't you possessed by witch? Serene gasped dramatically.
"Hold on! Where's your watch?" Serene widen her eyes in disbelief as she plonked herself close to Rubben.
"What do you mean?" Rubben asked lazily.
"Your wristwatch! I told you not to take it with you since it's expensive. Don't tell me....Serene slapped her mouth.
"Okay, Answer me" Serene hardened her gaze at Rubben.
"Did she awfully intelligent so much that you couldn't understand?".
"How do you know?".
"Did she laughed everytime you said something?".
"Yes, you are right!".
"Did she look dense but have a sharp mind?"
"Yes, excatly!".
"That woman is swindler" Serene claps her hands proudly after she drew into conclusion.
"What....? Rubben sighed.
"We call such women swindlers". Serene said casting a mock frown.
"Stop it! She is not the type of that woman". Rubben replied with a scoff as he poured himself some wine.
Serene chuckled when she saw doubtful look on Rubben's face. "I am sure she had her reasons". Rubben declared.
Serene laughed hard as she pressed her hand against her stomach and said in pitiful tone. "Sir, All swindlers have their reasons".
Rubben leaned backwards rubbing his forehead for a while. Serene blinked her eyes rapidly in nervousness when Rubben slowly rose to his feet clenching his hands into fists.
"You're dead meat once I catch you." Rubben mutters under his breath.
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"There are no words to express the pain and sadness I'm feeling after losing such a great man and our uncle unexpectedly." Loren cried and sobbed, surrounded by reporters.
"However as the eldest son of "Lis family" and representative of "Thoubat gallery" I wish to respect my uncle will and managed as he did. As for the cultural welfare business that's been....."
"Hold on! Isn't that Ryu Prithib's car?" A reporter injertected Loren speech.
"I believe, it's Prithib of Dandon group."
"Yes, He is"
Loren eyes alert when all the reporters divert their attention from him. "Hold on, I am not done talking" He remaind them.
Heart etched stories and legacies are shared at funerals, and it couldn't be more true than at Director Lis Helson funeral. Everyone had a thing or two to say about the beautiful soul that had passed on, not out of pretence or necessity, but because he had touched every soul present at his funeral. There could be no greater legacy than his beautiful soul, his enormous heart, his great works and the mark he had left behind.
"Ms. Lis, we are from auction house. Word has it that Thoubat gallery is going through a rough patch. We'll offer much better services than the other auction houses. Here's my card and please do call me! The man frowned when the card from his hand was snatch from the side.
"Who are you....The man clammed his mouth shut when he saw the death glare lingering in Prithib's eyes.
"Sorry!" The man quickly apologised and walked out.
Jisonia raise her pale face and quickly lowered it down when she locked eyes with Prithib.
"My condolences to your loss". Prithib bowed down as he observed the pale face of Jisonia.
"Thank you for coming". Jisonia said in hoarse voice without looking at him. Tears streamed down her cheek as she stared at the door he had walked through.
"It's him right! Director of Dandon group". Kenny whispered.
"How dare he come here?" Jasmi said gritting her teeth.
"Why? Did something happened between them?" Kenny asked curiously. "Don't you know, He alsmost married our Jisonia but...Golen clicked his tongue when Jasmi pinched his waists.
"Slow down! People will hear." Jasmi glare at them.
"Jisonia!" Jisonia slowly raise her head to the source of the voice. "This is a lie, right? Jisonia". Kamil voice broke, and a tear slipped down his cheek.
"Uncle, No! You can't leave us." Kamil fell down on the ground. Jisonia slowly approached Kamil, his childhood friend and rubbed his back comforting him. "Kamil ! Her trembling lips called him, tears rolling down her face."
Prithib involuntarily clenched his fists when he saw the sight of the scene afar. "Sir, let's go" His secretary voice brings him back to senses.
"It looks like there will be more visitors. Keep an eye on the bereaved family so the visitors don't bother them." Prithib said in firm tone.
"Yes sir, I will instruct them." His secretary said as he opened the car door for him.
"And find out the financial condition of "Thoubat gallery" and please find it quietly." Prithib added before he hops inside the car.