Chapter: 386
"Let him take it. It's only 20@ million dollars," Caden responded indifferently.
"Then why did we bother coming to the art dealer? Wasn't it unnecessary?" Hank inquired.
Caden gave him a chilling look.
Hank was confused. Had he misunderstood something?
He didn't think so.
Their original purpose for coming here tonight was to interfere with the transaction, ensuring Joshua didn't profit.
So, why were they now proceeding to transfer the funds?
Hank pondered this for a moment.
He suddenly grasped the situation. "I get it, Mr. Ward, you're purchasing the painting for Ms. Bennett."
Caden remained stoic. "I'm aware of Mia's esteemed reputation. Her artworks are highly valuable, making this a sound investment. Hank blurted out, "Mr. Ward, are we experiencing financial difficulties?"
"Oh," replied Caden sharply. "You're asking if we're running Low on funds, correct? Well, if we are, perhaps I should reconsider your compensation."
Hank was left speechless.
Caden was clearly being a pain again.
Hank no longer dared to challenge his luck.
The thought of losing his salary worried him deeply.
Caden rested against the window with his eyes closed.
As the car neared his apartment building, it hit a pothole. The sudden jolt prompted him to open his eyes. At that moment, he saw a familiar figure by the second-floor Library window.
He concentrated on the figure.
“Stop the car here," he commanded.
Hank pulled over and told him, "Mr. Ward, it's raining. Should I take you to the garage?"
Caden continued to observe the figure quietly.
Initially, he felt only a slight recognition. However, as he kept looking, he confirmed the figure was indeed Alicia.
Hank looked where Caden was Looking.
From this distance, the figure was slightly unclear, but he could see it was a woman.
When she shifted slightly, revealing part of her face, Hank recognized her instantly. "Ms. Bennett!" he exclaimed.
Caden then opened the car door. "Drive back," he ordered.
Caden remained composed and reserved, showing no outward sign of excitement.
It was as though he were preparing for a tedious business meeting rather than going to meet a woman.
In a way, he was approaching it like a project.
And this project was worth billions.