From A Prisoner To A Big Shot's Inheritor novel Chapter 5

"Wilder, are you okay?"

After Leonard walked away, Kenia came back to her senses and hurried to the ring. She helped Wilder up and asked with concern.

Wilder rubbed his swollen cheeks, shook his head, and said, "I'm okay. Your cousin is so despicable. He actually hit me with a sneak attack!

"I knew he couldn't fight and was afraid that I might hurt him, so I deliberately showed mercy."

Wilder yelled.

"Yes, it's all his fault. I apologize to you on his behalf."

Kenia said repeatedly.

However, as Kenia moved closer, Wilder smelled the scent of her perfume, which immediately aroused his desire.

"Kenia, let's go to the bar to have fun. I know a newly opened bar with live shows of well-known singers, and it's a very stylish place."

"I..."

Kenia hesitated.

She was no longer a kid, and she knew what Wilder wanted to do.

If they actually went to a bar and had a few drinks, they might become even more intimate under the effect of the alcohol.

Although she liked Wilder very much, she didn't want to sleep with him tonight because she still needed to prove that Wilder was worthy of her love.

"Kenia, what are you afraid of? Do you not believe in me? If you don't go, I will be mad at you.

"Besides, your cousin hit me. If it wasn't for your sake, how could I let him go? Just make it up to me, will you?"

Judy also chimed in, "That's right, Kenia. Let's hit the bar together."

"Okay, okay."

Kenia nodded hesitantly.

"Let's go!"

Wilder's eyes lit up immediately, and he gently placed his hand on Kenia's shoulder.

...

On the other side, Leonard had already left the marital art center, then came to the nearby antique market.

Ibrahim gave him a company and a villa, and Leonard knew he loved antique diamonds the most.

Therefore, Leonard intended to buy a decent gift and give it to Ibrahim when they met again.

As soon as he walked into the shop, he saw an old man bargaining with the shop owner.

"Mr. Garcia, this is obviously an imitation of the 15th century. The original painting is still in the Fairedge Museum. You actually want me to spend 20 thousand dollars on an imitation. That's too much!"

The old man was wearing a suit and a pair of leather shoes. His hair was slightly gray, and he wore a pair of gold-frame glasses.

There were also two bodyguards next to him. It wasn't difficult to tell that this old man wasn't ordinary.

David Garcia was wearing a hat and a vest, which seemed very old-fashioned.

Besides, there was a big mole on his lips, making him look like a profiteer.

At this moment, David laughed and said, "Not at all, Mr. Lambert. Although this painting is an imitation, it is from 15th century, so it is still an antique. You know that very well!

"And since I named my price, you can also name yours. If you do, maybe I'll sell it to you at a cheaper price!"

"Ten thousand dollars."

Waylon Lambert raised a hand.

David shook his head.

"Mr. Lambert, that's too harsh. Besides, you're so wealthy, and your assets are worth over two billion dollars. Why do you still care about such little money?"

Waylon chuckled.

"My assets came at a price. Besides, I think this painting is only worth ten thousand dollars."

David insisted, "Sixteen thousand dollars, and that's my final offer."

Waylon hesitated for a moment and put the painting down.

"David, you should sell it to someone willing to pay for it."

Leonard glanced at the painting, and his eyes lit up. He walked forward excitedly.

"I'll take it for 16 thousand dollars."

Waylon, who had just put down the painting, was stunned.

But David seemed delighted.

"Young man, that's wonderful. Would you like to pay by card?"

"Sure."

Leonard threw his bank card on the counter.

Waylon finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Young man, I know I shouldn't say this since you've decided to buy this painting. But I'm very certain that this painting is only worth ten thousand dollars. You might suffer a loss if you buy it for 16 thousand."