I grimaced as my whole body felt limp with nervousness. I was finally going to face the man who was the only person holding a lamp in my dark drowned life.
"It could be another no ball in the court or it could be another weasel of a man messing with me." I pursed my lips, I wondered why I was even falling for this ruse in the first place.
"I need to take a seminar on decisiveness asap," I mutter as I shut my eyes in the running car.
I had asked the Old Gardener to drive me to the address on the slip.
His information was minimal, the address too was of a Hotel Suite so who knew when he will evacuate? I sigh my humiliation away, stalking a man. A new low for me.
"He had recently sold three centuries-old Artifacts for hundreds of millions, the sale was under wraps. My guess is, it was the Italians. He also bought several big names stock in the industry so you can understand why your Dad was boot-licking the guy."
