Suddenly, Conor’s hand flew up and struck Rodrigo with a loud slap.
Bang! !
“Useless!”
Standing nearby, Remington frowned deeply, upset about the damaged paintings.
Hannah remarked kindly, “Don’t worry. If they’re ruined, my cousin can make new ones for you. We’re in this together, after all. A few paintings are no big deal, especially since you paid a lot for them.
We can’t have you facing losses because of this.”
Conor clenched his jaw, eyeing Hannah suspiciously.
Hannah, with a smile, asked, “What’s the matter? Don’t you want them?”
Of course, the real value wasn’t in the paintings themselves, but what they contained.
Yet, Conor couldn’t voice his thoughts openly. Without solid proof, they couldn’t afford to confront her directly.
Meanwhile, Bryson and Caleb got off the ship, heading towards the port exit.
Conor’s gaze shifted, landing on Remington.
Getting the hint, Remington clapped his hands. Instantly, a group of their men encircled the area Bryson was leaving through!
Caleb stood protectively in front of Bryson and said sharply, “What are you up to? Get out of our way!”
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Conor stepped closer, asking with concern, “Mr. Mitchell, what kept you on the ship so long? What were you up to?”
Bryson replied with a sneer, “I heard about your paintings falling into the sea. That’s a real shame.” He moved closer, his presence overwhelming. “Maybe you’re just unlucky because of some bad things you’ve done, huh?”
Conor saw Bryson’s mocking grin and had to clench his fists to control his anger.
Taking a deep breath, Conor said, “Hold off on that talk, Mr. itchell. It could be someone’s trick to throw us off. How about we discuss this over a coffee?”
Rodrigo, still pained from Conor’s slap, tried to regain some dignity.
He told Bryson aggressively, “Come this way!”
Bryson just sneered at him, “I’m busy. There’s a long Line of people wanting to have coffee with me. You’ll have to wait.”
And with that, he turned to leave.
Rodrigo felt like he was being completely overlooked. Frowning at Bryson, he remarked sharply, “Mitchell, show some appreciation!”
“What?” Then, with a dismissive smirk, Bryson turned to address the group behind Rodrigo. “Do you think you can convince me to come with you?”