With great skill, the MC continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, come witness the wonder of this work of art, which steals the eye and lifts the mind. The spotlight again embraces this final object, a bronze statue that invites admiration. Luxuriously wrapped, creating a mysterious aura around it, as if to mark his special existence in the hierarchy of art."The bronze statue on stage exudes charm and timelessness, making it a center of attention that is hard to ignore. Every curve and detail tells the story of the collaboration between two leading maestros, creating a masterpiece that presents timeless beauty."Introducing, ladies and gentlemen, a symbol of beauty that has spread throughout the world. This work is not just a bronze statue; it is a visual telling of beauty and splendor, summarizing all times," said the MC, his voice filling the room and giving a deep nuance to the atmosphere. that moment.Trembling, the MC continued, "The bidding price starts at ten million dollars! A fanta
Bruce's face seemed to turn red, reflecting a mixture of shock and deep disbelief. He said in a voice full of disbelief, "This is impossible, Mr. Ashworth. Twenty-five million dollars? You have to be kidding me. You don't have that kind of money."Lana, in a sarcastic tone, chimed in, "Of course he was joking, Bruce. Mr. Ashworth was just trying to create a sensation, but unfortunately, it wasn't very funny. You better stop now, Mr. Ashworth, before you really embarrass yourself. Remember, if you can't pay, prison awaits."Jack, while remaining calm, explained firmly, "I know how this system works, Mr. Callahan. This auction event works with the police to maintain security. And I fully understand my responsibilities."Bruce, with sharp eyes, quipped, "But if you're just kidding around and can't pay twenty-five million dollars, that's over the line. You can't get out of this easily."Jack just smiled calmly, giving the impression that everything was still under control. He said, "There
Lana, with a face radiating anger and defeat, glanced at Ashley with a sharp gaze. "You are very impudent, this girl," he exclaimed in a condescending intonation, trying to blame Ashley for the humiliating defeat.Jack, who didn't want to lose in a battle of words, steadily interjected, "Lana, perhaps we don't need to discuss etiquette here. After all, it was you who was so presumptuous as to dare snap at my woman. She was only telling the truth, that now was the time to fulfill her promise. You must cut off your little finger, Mr. Callahan, as you promised.”Lana's face grew redder, but Bruce tried to maintain a strong attitude. "You can't be serious. This is just a trick," he said to the bank official, trying to cast doubt on the results he had just received, while his eyes were still on Jack.Jack, remaining calm and reassuring, added, "Lana, Bruce, this is not a trick. I think it's time for you to prove the seriousness of your promise."Meanwhile Lana and Bruce looked at each othe
Bruce, face increasingly pale, asked Jack in a tone that reflected disbelief, "What exactly do you want, Mr. Ashworth?"Jack, without hesitation, answered in a firm voice, "I just want you to keep all your words, Mr. Callahan. As a man, you should not be a coward. I want you to do it now."The entire room became increasingly silent. Several journalists present began to capture this dramatic moment. Everyone's eyes were on Bruce, who looked extremely embarrassed and scared. Cold sweat dripped down his face, illustrating how difficult the decision was for the man to make.Lana, who was now starting to tremble, tried to persuade Jack, "Mr. Ashworth, you are certainly a very ethical person and couldn't possibly do something as wild as cutting off a finger, right? You wouldn't let my husband do that, would you?"Jack answered calmly, "Your husband suggested all this, Mrs. Callahan."Bruce begged in a low voice, "Mr. Ashworth, I beg you. There must be another way to resolve all this. I apol
Suzzane sat in the corner of the detention room with a blank look that reflected her frustration. A cold and quiet room makes loneliness and pressure even more pronounced. Detective Jones and Detective Smith enter the room remaining professional, even though they know that Suzzane could be the key to uncovering the truth."How are you, Suzzane?" Detective Jones asked in a soft voice, trying to build trust.Suzzane just stared at them expressionlessly, not giving any response. Detective Smith looked at him intently, trying to read his inscrutable facial expression.Detective Jones tried to approach in a more persuasive way, "We know this is difficult, Suzzane, but if you cooperate, we can provide protection for you. You don't need to be afraid of Daniel Collins."Suzzane, although full of doubts, did not give any answer. She weighed the risks and benefits, trying to decide what the best move was for her."We will ensure your safety, Suzzane," added Detective Smith, feeling overwhelmed
Suzzane stepped out of the police station door with mixed feelings. The cold night air greeted his tired face, and his steps sounded softly on the busy sidewalk. Relieved to finally be free from temporary detention, but anxious about the legal battle he will face.The night sky lay above him like a dark blanket hugging the city. Suzzane looked around, looking for a taxi that would take her home. After what seemed like a long minute, she managed to intercept a taxi that stopped in front of her. Quickly, Suzzane got into the taxi, feeling the warmth of the soft seats."Get to my apartment, okay? Drive fast," said Suzzane, speaking to the taxi driver in a weak voice.The taxi driver nodded and deftly drove his vehicle through the hustle and bustle of the city streets that never sleep. The lights of tall buildings seemed to compete to shine in the dark of night. Suzzane looked at the view from behind the window, the unspoken silence that accompanied her in the taxi."I hope I can sleep we
Jack, after commenting on his suspicions about Suzzane's death, looked at Ashley seriously. The dim light of the office lights highlighted the enigmatic expression on his face. "With everything that has happened recently, I suspect that Suzzane's death may not have been just an accident," said Jack in a firm tone, trying to piece together his thoughts which were filled with questions without answers.Ashley, sitting at her desk, nodded in agreement while resting her chin on her hand. "I think so too, Jack. This is too coincidental to be just an accident." Her eyes stared at the window, reflecting the same uncertainty that was visible on Jack's face.While the two of them were contemplating these possibilities, Jack's phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the office. Jack immediately took the phone with a quick movement, and a look of surprise appeared on his face as he listened to the information conveyed by the police officer on the other end of the phone. After a few short wo
After Detective Jones provided information regarding Trevor Collins' death and his relationship with Daniel Collins, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense. The detective looked at Jack sharply as if gauging the extent of Jack's involvement in this story. With a serious expression, Detective Jones said, "Mr. Ashworth, if there is any additional information you might know about Trevor Collins or Daniel Collins, we would appreciate your cooperation."Jack nodded, pondering for a moment before answering firmly, "I will do my best to help with this investigation, Detective. If I know anything that could be useful, you will know."Detective Jones appreciates Jack's cooperative attitude. "Thank you, Mr. Ashworth. We will continue to coordinate with you throughout the investigation. Any information could be the key to solving this puzzle."After promising cooperation, Jack and Ashley left the police station with increasingly complex thoughts. They realize they are involved in a