"Boss Palmer."
Harry Hunter's cold voice cut through, interrupting the burly man's malicious thoughts.
"I want this painting. Name your price."
Boss Palmer was surprised to find someone else interested in the painting. He was a bit troubled: "This isn't an auction house; it's not about the highest bidder. Boss Howard already placed a reservation, sorry."
"Kid, what do you mean, trying to snatch my painting? Get lost! The painting's already mine!"
Boss Howard was quite displeased. He was very interested in this painting, and even more so in its owner. To be intercepted halfway was maddening, and his gaze turned fierce.
Harry Hunter icily uttered, "Two hundred thousand!"
Boss Palmer's eyes lit up, but he glanced at Boss Howard and shook his head: "This really isn't an auction; there are rules to selling paintings."
