Trafford’s Trading Club

Later, Yuri called Edgar to his side and asked him if he knew the two guests he had just met.

But Edgar showed a confusion and said, "Sir, have you had any visitors? Why don't I remember? ”

Forgot.

I don't remember at all... not just Edgar, not even the beautiful maid who just shaved him, not even the strong bodyguard who worked part-time in the estate said he hadn't seen anyone come.

Yuri sat in the study herself and was stunned, but even the study was set up like a court.

Next to him is the seal that allegedly covers all the assets belonging to the heirs of the Dickabee family, as well as 15 per cent of the family's total assets.

“Edgar… how much is my personal asset?” Yuri asked subconsciously.

“Sir, your personal assets amount to almost 41 billion euros. ”

“Family... where's family? ”

“This is likely to take some time to obtain accurate figures from the new accounting.” Edgar respectfully said: "Sir, the international market has been changing and concrete statistics should be ready for the year-end banquet. Last year, however, the figure was 754 billion euros. ”

15% … 75.4 billion… EUR…

Yuri had to wipe her face with both hands to make herself feel better. Edgar did his part well: "Sir, are you uncomfortable? Need a doctor? ”

By the way... there is also a private doctor in this estate.

“No, I want to be alone. You go out first.” Yuri set the course.

Edgar nodded, his hands resting on his thighs, bent slightly, and left the study straight.

Yuri subconsciously squeezed his eyebrows and leaned back against the chair, looking up at the ceiling hanging... that's it, with the salary he used to work at the museum, it might take a decade or eight or more to afford it?

But.

“It's only a month...”

Yuri slowly closed his eyes - because he knew that such a month of extreme luxury had been exchanged for almost everything he had.

……

……

Inside the building, Anna waits for the numbers on the elevator display to show that she needs to finally reach the floor.

Ding--!

She walked out of the elevator, but there were already two men outside the elevator door. And the two men moved very skilfully back and forth, scanning her body with a scanner.

But she seemed a little dissatisfied, "Do I have to do this every time? ”

“Miss Anna, you should know that this step is required of anyone but Mr. 's family.” One of them is not light-hearted.

And the other one, at this point, said softly, "Yes, Miss Anna. Mr. Yefim has been waiting for you inside. ”

Anna smiled softly and said, "Luckily you weren't watching me when I slept with your boss. Otherwise, I guess even if your boss was strong enough to look like a brown bear, I wouldn't be able to orgasm. ”

They take it as if they didn't hear.

Back to the left and right of the elevator entrance, like a statue.

Anya also retracted her gaze and walked into this technologically pleasing room - almost a hundred and eighty degree glass curtain wall, and the height of the building was enough to give her a very wide view.

“Back. ”

At this point, the room leads to the upper level of the spiral staircase, a thick... should actually be a fat middle-aged man slowly walking down.

“Things settled?” He continued.

Anna lifted her hair and smiled with a caress, suddenly reaching out her finger and pressing it slowly on her * * * * … slowly moving down, beating again and again, "Here, here… and here, three bullets. ”

Yefim just glanced and nodded and walked towards the bar next to him, and suddenly he said, "What was the guy's original offer? ”

“Ten million euros. ”

Yefim listened and didn't have any expression, just like he'd heard.

He took out two glasses, unplugged the bottle and poured two glasses before walking in front of Anna and sending her a glass, "You should mourn him, Miss Anna. ”

Anna smiled and gently touched Yefim's glass on her hand, "Aren't we? ”

“It's a shame Yuri died like this.” Yefim shrugged: “But unfortunately, I don't like guys who don't listen either. Come here, I'll show you something. ”

Yefim walked toward the corner of the room -- the corner near the glass curtain wall.

There's a shelf here, covered with white cloth. Anna seemed to know exactly what this thing was, and her eyes had to shine.

“Take a look. ”

Yefim walked towards the couch next to him.

Anna, step forward, take the white cloth off the shelf —— "The Unknown Girl."

Anna flashed an obsessive color in her eyes, sliding her fingers down gently on the frame of the painting, "It's beautiful... this is the museum's... unnamed girl. ”

“No.”

Yefim said softly at this point: "This is Yuri's painting. ”

Anna frowned and turned around and looked at this Moscow crocodile, "Yuri? ”

Yefim smiled softly, “That's why I said, it's a shame Yuri's dead. ”

Anna still frowned and seemed to think of something ordinary, subconsciously: “Aren't you going to auction this fake at the auction the day after tomorrow? ”

“Who says it's a fake?” Yefim Slowly: “The painting was stolen from the museum by the FC, and now the FC takes it out for auction, so it's true. ”

“I know what you're sorry for. ”

Anna walked up to Yefim with a charming smile, and she even took off her high heels and ended up sitting on Yefim, “You should have had lots and lots of Unknown Girls." I really shouldn't have let Yuri go to see God like this... because he really did. ”

She thought Yefim would sell the real stolen painting at the auction, then use Yuri's fake work to find a bunch of guys who didn't know what to do but were rich enough to make a fortune.

But it didn't occur to me - that Yuri had done an almost perfect imitation with falsehood and chaos.

Even just now, if Yefim hadn't spoken for herself, she... she had actually been deceived into the past.

If you can fool her, you can fool the vast majority of collectors… No, it's all.

Not the vast majority.

“I'm so sorry.” Anna turned her eyes and looked down, still smiling: “I think I should make it up to you. ”

Yefim said, "No, the auction will be the day after tomorrow. Just call the auction and I'll have someone to eat. I'll be right out. ”

……

……

“Let go of me! Let go of me!! Let go of me! Do you know who I am? How dare you lock me up here? I want to see your president! Let me out of here! ”

In the police station, someone screamed.

So young agent Yergo, who had just returned from a half-day of work at the museum, had to ask his colleagues, “What's this guy's story? ”

“God knows this guy was caught stealing from a convenience store... saying that he is a descendant of nobility, heir to a large family, and also to see our president... I am also the blood of the tsar! Ha ha!”

Yergo shrugged, not paying attention, and walked straight into Sheriff Victor's office.