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 kind of confusion and said: "Sir, have any guests been here just now? Why don't I have any impression?"

forgotten.

Not only Edgar, but also the beautiful maid who had just shaved him, and even the burly bodyguard who worked as a part-time driver in this manor said that they had never seen anyone come.

Yuri himself sat in the study in a daze, but even in the study, it was decorated like a palace.

Next to him was the seal that was said to be able to use all the assets belonging to the heirs in the Dekabi family, as well as 15% of the family's total assets.

"Edgar, how much are my personal assets?" Yuri asked subconsciously.

"Sir, your personal assets are nearly 4.1 billion euros."

"Where's the family family?"

"I'm afraid it will take a while to re-calculate to get accurate figures." Edgar said respectfully: "Sir, the international market is always changing. Specific statistics should be available at the family banquet at the end of the year. . But last year’s statistics were 75.4 billion euros.”

1575.4 billion euros

Yuri had to wipe his face with both hands to calm himself down. Edgar did his duty very well and said: "Sir, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you need to call the doctor?"

By the way, this manor also has a private doctor.

"No, I want to stay alone for a while. You can go out first." Yuri calmed down and said.

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

Yuri pinched his eyebrows subconsciously, leaned on the back of the chair as if lying down, and looked up at the hangings on the ceiling. Such hangings, with the salary he once worked in an art museum, It might take ten, eight or more years before you can afford it, right?

but.

“Only one month left”

Yuri slowly closed his eyes because he knew that such a month of extreme luxury was almost obtained by his effort.

Inside the building, Anna waited for the number on the elevator display to show the floor she needed to finally reach.

Ding!

She walked out of the elevator, but two men were already standing guard outside the elevator door. And the two men used the scanner back and forth very skillfully to scan her body.

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

"Miss Anna, you should know that no matter who you are, except your husband's family, you need to take this step." One of them said neither lightly nor seriously.

The other person said calmly at this time: "Okay, Miss Anna. Mr. Yefim is already waiting for you inside."

Anna chuckled and said playfully: "Fortunately, you weren't watching when I went to bed with your boss, otherwise I think even if your boss is as strong as a brown bear, I wouldn't be able to climax. "

They pretended not to hear.

Returning to the left and right of the elevator entrance, it looked like a statue.

Anya also withdrew her gaze and walked into this room full of technology. There was almost a 180-degree glass curtain wall, and the height of the building was enough to allow a broad view.

"coming."

At this time, at the spiral staircase leading from the room to the upper floor, a stout middle-aged man who should actually be fat walked slowly down.

"Is the matter resolved?" he continued.

Anna raised her head, with a charming smile, and suddenly stretched out her fingers and pressed them on herself slowly, moving slowly, one after another, "Here, here and here, three bullet."

Yefim just glanced at it indifferently, then nodded, and walked towards the bar next to him. He suddenly said: "What was the price that guy originally offered?"

"Ten million euros."

Yefim listened without any expression, as if he had just heard it.

He took out two glasses, unplugged the wine bottle, poured two glasses of wine, then walked to Anna and brought a glass, "You should mourn for him, Miss Anna."

Anna smiled slightly and gently touched the wine glass on Yefim's glass, "Isn't it us?"

"It's such a pity that Yuri died like this." Yefim shrugged and said, "It's a pity, but I don't like disobedient guys either. Come here, I'll show you something."

As he spoke, Yefim walked towards the corner of the room, the corner near the glass curtain wall.

There is a shelf here, covered with a white cloth. Anna seemed to know what this thing was, and her eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Open it and take a look."

Yefim walked towards the sand next to him.

Anna took a step forward and lifted the white cloth off the shelf. The nameless girl

A trace of obsession flashed in Anna's eyes, and she stretched out her fingers and gently slid down the frame of the painting, "It's so beautiful. This is the unknown girl in the art gallery."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Yefim said calmly at this time: "This is what Yuri painted."

Anna was stunned. She couldn't help but frown, turned around, and looked at the Moscow predator, "Yuri?"

Yefim then chuckled and said, "That's why I said it's a pity that Yuri died."

Anna still frowned, as if she had thought of something, and subconsciously said: "At the auction the day after tomorrow, are you planning to auction this fake?"

"Who said it was a fake?" Yefim said slowly: "The painting was stolen from the art gallery by f, and now f puts it up for auction, then it is real."

"I know what you regret."

Anna walked up to Yefim with a charming smile. She even took off her high heels and finally sat astride Yefim. "You should have had many, many nameless girls. I You really shouldn’t have let Yuri go see God like this because he really did.”

She originally thought that Yefim would sell the real stolen painting at the auction, and then use the fakes created by Yuri to find a group of guys who didn't know the business but got rich and make a lot of money. money.

But I didn't expect that Yuri would actually fake it and achieve an almost perfect imitation.

Even just now, if Yefim hadn't said it himself, she would have been deceived.

Since he could deceive her, he could also deceive most of the collectors, not all of them.

There is no such thing as the vast majority.

"I'm so sorry." Anna turned her eyes, lowered her head, and still smiled charmingly: "I think I should make it up to you."

Yefim said: "No, you can help me bid properly for the auction the day after tomorrow. I have an appointment with someone for dinner. I will be out soon."

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Do you know who I am? Do you dare to lock me here? I want to see your president! Let me out!"

Inside the police station, someone shouted.

So the young agent Yergo, who had just arrived after working hard for a long time on the art museum, couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and asked his colleagues, "What's wrong with this guy?"

"God knows, this guy was caught stealing in a convenience store and said that he is a descendant of a noble family and the heir to a big family. He wants to meet our President and I am still of the blood of the Tsar! Haha!"

Yergo shrugged and walked straight to Sheriff Victor's office without paying attention. (To be continued.)

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