Dylan received an unexpected call from Allison shortly after bringing Maya back to his penthouse. She informed him that her father's birthday was the next day and suggested he should get a gift, as it would be an opportunity for them to meet. It caught Dylan off guard, and he began contemplating what to do.Choosing the right gift for Allison's father became his primary concern. He wanted something that was not overly expensive but still held value and significance for him.The following day, Dylan and Allison decided to go together to find a gift for her father, with Maya cradled in Allison's arms.“So tell me about your father?” Dylan asked in curiosity as he drove them to where they could get something."If it’s about what he loves, well, the man is an antiquarian. And he loves to drink wine,” Allison replied matter-of-factly.Dylan stole a glance at her while driving. "Ah, in that case, a chalice could be a fitting choice."Allison looked at him with disbelief. "A chalice? Isn't t
While perusing the antique shop, Allison was taken aback by the extravagant prices of the items on display. The sheer cost was astounding.Walking alongside her, Dylan observed quietly. Despite having the means to afford most of the antiques, he couldn't reveal his true financial status. Thus, he decided against pursuing anything overly expensive.Just as they were about to head out, Dylan's attention was drawn to a nondescript gray clay wine glass. Intrigued, he picked it up and examined it closely.The cup's unassuming gray exterior and modest price tag of two thousand dollars wouldn't catch the eye of avid antique enthusiasts. However, Dylan, having taken many risks with such items before, could discern its authenticity. The clay cup seemed to have been overlooked, much like himself."You have a keen eye, young man. That cup is a cultural relic from ancient kings. Legend has it that it once graced the hands of kings centuries ago. Although its exterior shows signs of age, its true
Dylan’s expression darkened as his hand slightly gave way, avoiding the store owner’s snatch. “What the hell are you talking about? I've already paid you the money – Sir. How can you say that you can't sell it to me now? Are you toying with me?”All eyes shifted to the shop owner, each person feeling that he had overstepped his bounds. He had already completed the sale of the item, only to now express regret over selling it too cheaply and demand its return. It seemed utterly unreasonable!Yet, deep down, they could empathize with the store owner's frustration. After all, Professor Raymond had immediately offered a hundred thousand dollars after it was sold for a mere two thousand dollars. If they were in the store owner's shoes, they too would likely feel exasperated."You haven't left my shop yet, so it's within my discretion whether to sell it to you or not," the shopkeeper's expression turned stern, as if prepared to intimidate Dylan."We've already paid for the item, so how can y
Dylan knew the kind of guy that the store owner was so it was best to let someone of the same caliber deal with these people and their problems. That way, better results will be achieved.In fact, he no longer sees any reason to fight his own battles when he has people at his beck and call. He called Princess Mane and Azure King and told them it was time to soil their hands by beating the hell out of some bastards trying to trick him.Of course, Azure King and Princess Mane won't mind. They stopped whatever they were doing and drive toward where Dylan was.The store owner was not the least bit anxious when he saw Dylan calling for backup so he said, “Very well then. Now that you've called for your backup, I'll have fun dealing with you then.”Dylan simply smiled and kept quiet. Then he walked to a chair and sat down.He knew in less than ten minutes, Princess Mane and Azure King would arrive.Professor Raymond shook his head and walked to the side to sit down. “Young man, there's an
Allison boarded a taxi to her father’s house since she couldn't wait in the car for Dylan. She wanted to be there early so she went with Maya.As Jason and Maya saw each other, they immediately ran to play together.Julia frowned and looked at Allison. “So if it's here, then your boyfriend is gonna come too?” She asked.Allison was a little worried about Dylan but before she could respond, her mother said coldly, “I'd be better if that useless trash didn't shop. You'll just be upset and disappointed if you see him anyway.”“Mom! Dylan is coming. He just went to buy a gift.” Allison told them.Mason Griffin, Julia’s husband was listening and decided to chime in, “Isn't he a pauper? What kind of gift can he afford? He will only embarrass himself.”Julia nodded in agreement. “That's right. The only gift he can afford would cost at most a few hundred, unlike my husband who bought dad a very expensive antique which cost around three hundred thousand dollars, right honey?” Julia asked, look
Upon hearing Madame Beth’s request, Dylan looked at Mason who gave him a smirk that says the words ‘I’m the best son-in-law they will ever have’. At least, that's what Dylan could read from Mason’s expression.He scoffed and said, “I do not thank anyone without proof. I owe him nothing.”Dylan kept his daring gaze on Mason seeing as he dares to take credit for something he did and for what? To probably make his wife think highly of him. That isn't something he will allow.Even though he wouldn't be able to come clean, no one should take his credit.“What did you say?! Are you such a bastard?! Not only did Mason help Allison in getting the job at Novatech, but he also helped her again to achieve her promotion! And you say you want proof?! If you claim to love my daughter, then you owe everything to Mason! Maybe if you beg him, he can get you a better job!”Madame Beth never expected Dylan to talk back at her. At a moment, a look of great bitterness swept across her face.Dylan still lo
Mason cast a fierce glare at Dylan, then shifted his gaze towards Allison. He addressed her with a somewhat insincere tone, "Seriously, Allison, I didn't want to mention this earlier, but Dylan's aggressive and audacious behavior left me with no choice but to prove my innocence by calling my father. If it weren't for the fact that you brought him into our family, this level of disrespect would have been unimaginable." He feigned humility as he spoke.Unaware of Mason's hypocrisy, Allison couldn't help but wonder why Dylan firmly believed that Mason was lying. What was Dylan's motive for trying to undermine Mason?Madame Beth crossed her arms and directed her attention to Dylan. "So, Dylan, do you still believe that Mason doesn't deserve an apology from you?"Dylan felt a hint of irritation as he locked eyes with Madame Beth, but he restrained his anger, realizing that they were foolish to allow themselves to be deceived.Now, Dylan pondered over a comparison between Madame Sharon and M
Madame Beth's face twisted in a sneer as she observed Dylan's fading figure. She walked slowly, her finger pointing in his direction. “How utterly shameless he was! Even a blind person could see that it was nothing more than a cheap piece of glass. He shouldn't have bothered trying to prove himself if this was the outcome. What a disgraceful individual! A piece of trash! Did he not realize how useless and worthless he truly was?! An ancient king's chalice would easily command a price of at least a hundred thousand dollars. Who knows if he's drowning in debt? It's typical of poor people! Yet he has the audacity to claim he acquired such an expensive artifact. Haha, does he think we're fools?!"She halted her tirade as Dylan exited the room. Madame Beth turned to face Allison, who wore an uncomfortable expression."Allison, I can't fathom what more I need to say for you to realize that man is not only poor but lacks any redeeming qualities. You witnessed his rudeness. Sticking around hi