"It's a misunderstanding, how was I supposed to know she was the Young Madam! You have something to say, say it nicely, don't smash up my gallery, it's my livelihood!"
However, nobody paid him any attention. A group of people had already smashed every piece of glass in the gallery.
William Palmer was heartbroken to death, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted directly.
Before he fainted, he was still regretting!
Had he known earlier, he shouldn't have been greedy!
He should have thought, who would spend two million to buy a painting worth only a hundred thousand for no reason!
Poor him for thinking he had caught a naive, clueless cat, only to find it was a life-threatening lion!
...
Harry Hunter finished breakfast, and his phone pinged with a bank message notifying him of a deposit of 1.95 million.
His mood improved slightly, as William Palmer had coughed up all the money, but now it couldn't be sent to Isabella Weaver.
