Richard knew that there was something about the Dawson family that allowed them to build Rosario Pharmaceuticals from scratch but he never thought it would be related to something mystical.However, seeing Aston's work, he realized he'd been thinking too small.How could he be the only one with a supernatural connection?But of course, it was yet to be seen if there was another black phone in existence.For now, he was content knowing that he wasn't lacking in the mystical department.Just then, Aston finished perusing the different objects on display and came to stand beside Richard again."You didn't make your choice." Richard pointed out.Aston chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll make it after you've made your choice as well or did you plan on stealing my choice?""... My mistake," Richard remarked as he stepped forward.He was well aware that amongst the guests, several he already placed bets on the competition taking place with the odds being against him at an astonishing 99-1.Everyone
John was already angry at Richard for now knowing his place.So seeing as Richard didn't know when to take a step back, he was prepared to completely humiliate him.That would teach the young fool a lesson.So he walked toward the Lonesome mirror and took hold of it before quickly perusing it.However, he soon reduced his speed as he noticed something.Was the mirror always this heavy?... John couldn't help but wonder as he adjusted his posture to ensure the mirror didn't fall.Then he perused it yet again only to frown as he noticed that the Lonesome mirror looked different.Aston seemed to notice his changed expression causing him to ask. "What's wrong uncle?... Why aren't you putting this fool in his place?"John ignored him as he finished inspecting the mirror, his breathing growing uneven as he muttered. "I can't believe it.""What?" Aston's expression shifted as he heard that.At this point, the hall had grown silent as John continued."I had valued this piece personally and it
Richard heard the black phone ring but didn't immediately take it out since Melinda was still embracing him with an embarrassed expression on her face.He chuckled as he extricated himself from her grasp. "What now?... Why are you embarrassed all of a sudden?" He teased.Melinda pouted as she replied. "Well…""Haha, it's fine," Richard remarked as he patted her head. "Now tell me, how much did we make from our winning?""Our?""You betted on me, correct?" "... Well.""Did you not?""Of course I did!""Good." Richard nodded in satisfaction. "So how much?""1.5 billion dollars," Melinda replied leaving Richard stunned for a moment.It seemed the realization of just how big the people at the museum were had just struck him.Was this the purchasing strength of those hidden families in the Golden Circle?They were indeed quite free with money, weren't they?Shaking his head, Richard remarked. "Alright, you share it as you wish.""Are you sure?" Melinda revealed a sly smile as she continue
The auction hall was currently filled with representatives from the hidden families within Intercity.Numbering 30 in total, the auction wasn't rowdy or packed as each attendee was placed in a reserved room.Richard and Melinda were seated in room 4 with the latter taking the time to explain how the auction works."This black card is normally used during the auction to pay.""How does it work?" Richard inquired."You transfer the amount you wish into the card and then when an object you want is shown, you bid for it by sliding the card over this card reader and inputting a number."Then pointing at a black screen hanging over the center stage, she continued. "The number would be shown over there and the highest bidder's input would be shown there.""Ah, I see." Richard nodded in understanding before asking. "So what exactly is sold at such secret auctions?"Melinda revealed a sly smile as she remarked. "You'll see."Just then, the lights in the hall dimmed just as a middle-aged man in
"Would you like to buy the Longevity pill?" Melinda inquired softly, her expression a lot less judgmental compared to earlier.Richard glanced at her. "Why?" "Well, my grandpa's birthday is coming up soon and I'd like to get him something good. I know you healed him and I don't doubt that your treatment was effective, but… the Longevity pill will ensure he lives a long and healthy life.""You must love him," Richard muttered.Melinda leaned back in her chair as she nodded. "He has treated me better than I could ever imagine. In our family, boys are considered superior but grandpa always made me feel like I was strong enough to compete with the boys.""That's because you are," Richard commented.Melinda slowly nodded. "I guess you are right. So, would you be purchasing the Longevity pill?... I believe it would be a nice gift for Grandpa.""Don't worry, you can buy it." Richard decided to leave it for Melinda to get, considering Miranda was already quite healthy and devoid of any probl
"Richard!... Richard, wait up!" Melinda cried out as she rushed to catch up with Richard, the latter taking wide strides in his quest to leave the building.When he finally reduced his pace, allowing Melinda to catch up to him, at which point, a few people had already seen her run, she grabbed his arm and dragged him to a stop."What the hell happened there?... How could you reject the offer to invest in the museum?.... Do you know how many people would want a chance to invest?"Rolling his eyes, Richard replied. "Am I the only one that didn't fall for that man's bullshit?""What are you talking about?" Melinda raised a brow in confusion.Richard sighed. "Don't you consider the reason why only big families have the guts to invest in the museum?""Why?""It's because they won't dare to screw them over, no matter what. I'm guessing families like yours, would want them to not just give out investing rights to anyone, ensuring that only the elite would do so.""Yeah…""So what happens whe
Richard fled the scene with Melinda not because he was afraid of the attackers but because he wished to ensure Melinda's safety first before anything.As he made his way deeper into the forest, Melinda soon came to a stop, her breathing uneven as she bent down to recover."Are you okay?" Richard asked.Melinda gritted her teeth as she glared at him. "Okay?... Damn it, I'm not okay!... I warned you about getting that tablet yet… now look at us. We are being hounded by gunmen!""Calm down, Melinda.""Don't tell me to calm down, Richard!... You say you are smart so why did you have to do something so dumb this time around?" Melinda was at the point of tears as she nearly fell over, completely exhausted.Richard calmly helped her, unwilling to offer a response as he understood that she was only saying such things because she was scared.So he decided to take responsibility to ensure no harm would come to them."I'm going to need you to find a safe place and hide," Richard remarked after M
Vincent was in his study at home, indulging in some personal reading when his phone rang.He promptly picked it up and answered. "Yes, Melinda?... How was the auction?"As he asked, he had a doting smile on his lips, a clear sign of his joy at speaking to his adorable granddaughter.However, his expression soon shifted as he heard what the other party had to say.By the time Melinda was done, Vincent erupted into a fury as he bellowed. "How dare that bastard come after you?... Does he think that I am so easily beaten?"[...]"Tell me where you are, I'll send our men to come and pick you up immediately!"[...]"Richard Smith is there?... Is that so?... That's good.'[...]"He should come along with you as well."[...]"He said what?"[He would like to speak with you]"Alright then, put him on the phone."***"Hello, sir," Richard remarked as he took the phone from Melinda. [Thank you, Richard. My Dawson family is eternally indebted to you for protecting our heir.]"It's my mistake so