Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“Okay,” Flossie nodded and followed Jenny into the living room to wait for Mr. Q.
Chase then headed straight to the kitchen, and in the distance he could already hear the clamor from the kitchen, accompanied by a man’s voice cursing.
“F*** it! How is this beef so tough?! I’ve been cooking it for half a day and it’s still as hard as a rock!”
Apart from the clanging noise, Chase could also see billowing smoke rising from the kitchen that brought with it a clashing mixture of smells.
“Boss…?” he cautiously said. ’Could you please… turn off the stove for a while?”
His voice so startled the tall muscular man that he dropped the spatula in his hand, causing it to crash loudly down onto the floor. He turned around. The face underneath the mask was still as perfectly cool as ever, and in a calm tone that still exuded an air of intimidation, he said, “Who gave you the permission to come in here? You’ve ruined my pot roast!”
Chase felt that he was unjustly accused, and he explained, “I’ve been here for a long time, Boss. I called out for you, but you didn’t answer me. As for the failure of your pot roast, that has everything to do with your lack of skills. You cant blame me for that!”
He continued, “What’s gotten into you lately, Boss? Why are you suddenly cooped up in the kitchen? Did you find some kind of rare pot? Or was it the spatula? I should tell you that you’re not suited for this kind of thing, Boss. You should just give up…”
“Shut up!” Mr. Q felt thoroughly humiliated that he did not know what to say. ’What are you doing here anyway?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I stumbled upon a woman today, Boss. Her temperament is unlike anyone else I’ve met. I could tell from a glance that she was special. She insisted on seeing you. She said she’s got something very special to pawn. If you’ve got some time, would you go out and meet her?”
“I’m busy!” Mr. Q refused flat out. If he could not manage to cook this dish properly, he would never pass Adie’s test.
“But that woman really is unique, Boss! Even her last name sounded special! I think it was Ellsworth…”
“Where is she?” Mr. Q asked in a brusque tone. “I’ll go out and meet her now.”
By the time he finished his sentence, he was already striding out of the kitchen, full of enthusiasm
Flossie sat in the living room, staring up at the artwork on the wall.
The artist who painted the masterpiece, Dost Wurst, happened to be her father’s favorite painter.
Her father’s favorite artwork, Evening Song of the Shepherd Boy, was destroyed in the fire. 2
The artwork in front of her was titled Snow Before the Shepherd Boy, and it resembled the Evening Song of the Shepherd Boy in several ways. It was also the artwork that her father had been looking for while he was alive but had not found it.
Nonetheless, she was still able to locate it. This made her question whether this was destiny.
“Do you understand drawings as well?” Behind her, a stern and chilly voice spoke out.
Flossie was taken aback by the familiar voice and immediately looked around.
The guy was towering and imposing. Dressed in all black from head to toe, his black feather face mask seemed delicate, surrounding him with an air of mystery. The chilly grin on his face instilled terror in everyone around him. It was easy to see why he was dubbed the Night Demon.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Q. I’ve heard great things about you.’
Flossie was not afraid; instead, she stretched out to shake his hand while smiling cordially.
The guy, on the other hand, was icy-he looked at her hand and decided not to shake it. “I heard you have a very valuable item to pawn, and you insist on my coming here myself?” he inquired.
“That’s exactly right.”
Flossie agreed and added, ‘However, the item I want to pawn isn’t an antiquejewelry, or anything illegal.”
“Oh?”
Her statements piqued his curiosity, so he said, “Do elaborate?”
“I’d like to sell my private island.” It may be found in Southeast Aeos. The geographical position is incredible, and it has yet to be marked on a map.”
“If it’s not because I don’t have other choices, I wouldn’t be pawning the last piece of clean land I have,” Flossie bemoaned while looking dejected.
“Are there no other options?’
In contrast to the island, he appeared to be more interested in Flossie’s present predicament.
“Yes. I require funds.”
She had no intention of telling him anything else. “Don’t worry. I’ll repurchase it in six months,” she answered with a sad grin.
She simply required money right now, based on the circumstances. After she got through this critical juncture, money wouldn’t be a problem anymore.
As a result, she was willing to incur the risk of temporarily pawning the island.
Mr. Q remained quiet for a few moments before saying coldly, ‘How much money do you need?”
“1.5 billion.”
Flossie was forthright.
He laughed coldly when he heard this. “Do you think I’m doing charity?
Even the surrounding islands are only worth a few million dollars, with the most costly being several billion dollars. Aren’t you asking a little too much for a small island in Southeast Aeon?”
“I dare to ask because that’s what it’s worth.”
When he said it, she unlocked her phone and showed him photographs of Sun Island.
“Take a look. It has a big surface area and pure, clean water. The crucial point is that the island has a well-built infrastructure. The structures alone cost me many millions-every requirement is met-you could live on this island for the rest of your life trouble-free.”
The island’s structures and amenities had been paid for with her and Liam’s money. The island’s net value was almost equal to that of the islands on Lagooncall. Her request for nothing less than 1.5 billion dollars was already reasonable.
“I don’t care what your island’s net value is. My query is, why should I spend that much money on your island when there are over a thousand and a million islands available to me?”
“Because…”
Flossie did her hardest to think of a reason, and then an idea rushed across her head as she replied, ‘Because your condition is unique. You need a private retreat where you can express yourself freely and completely be yourself.”
“My condition is unique?” “Yes, but please don’t get mad at me for saying this.”
Flossie took the risk of offending him by pointing to the mask on his face. “I heard your face was badly damaged in the fight with Master Guajardo, and you’ve been wearing a mask ever since. You’ve even sworn to kill anybody who has seen your face. I know it may be difficult since you are afraid of frightening people and being repulsive. But when you’re on that island, all those worries will be things of the past because you can take off your mask whenever you want. Nobody will be afraid of you, nor will they dislike you. Doesn’t the island suit you completely?”
Mr. Q was at a loss for words when he heard this.
When Flossie saw his confused feelings, she said, “You’re enemies with Halston, and so am I.” Because we are fighting the same adversary, I believe you should back me up. I need the money to fight H Group.”
“Who are you to do that?”
Mr. Q had clearly not taken her remarks seriously.
“We’ll just have to wait and see. I wouldn’t have been able to tell you I’d repurchase the island if I didn’t believe I could defeat Halston.”
Flossie had everything planned out, else she would not have taken such a choice today.
“Do you hate Halston?” he inquired.