Novel & Cerita Another Man's Treasure Book

Colton's voice drawled lazily over the phone, "Everything on your stall is fake. What's wrong with tricking that brat?" "But even Mr. Jackman said that it was a rare treasure! He even wanted to buy it for 100 million!" Cliff said at the top of his voice as he stomped his foot in agitation. "What did you say? Did Mr. Jackman say that himself?" Colton's tone grew sharp at once. He could dismiss what other people said, but it was impossible for Solomon to be wrong. "I'm 100% sure!" Cliff wailed. "Where did you get such a treasure? Why didn't you show it to me?"

There, he finds a necklace, similar to the one worn by one of the dolls in Mark's house. "What the hell is this..." he mutters and puts it in his pocket. He leaves the place hastily, ensuring that everything is back in its place. "I found it. Thanks for this," he says, taking out a hundred dollars to give to the janitor. "Better that Mrs. Cheng doesn't find out. Daniel will be grateful, but she's another story. I hope you'll be discreet." The janitor knows something is amiss with the stranger's behavior but accepts the money without objection and closes the door, pretending that nothing happened.

"What came to steal from me?” "I came to get my book," I answered entredentes. The old man frowned, tipping his head slightly. "I don't have any books.” "I'm not blind, he's in your hand.” The man had the audacity to try to hide the book on his bent back. "This bible was a gift from my adoptive daughter. You can't want to steal it. There are jewels in the drawers, money under the mattress. Leave my bible alone.”

" Em, what is this all about? Did you steal those books? She just kept walking. He followed her through the cavern, into a narrow tunnel, then into a smaller chamber. This one is was full of multicolored stalactites and stalagmites. It was brightly lit by a light source that Jacquard could not see. Strangely, man stood in the middle of the room. Jacquard did a double take. " He did great, press," Em said to the man as Jacquard entered the room. " Okay, who are you and what is this about?" Jacquard demanded. The man gave Jacquard a big, disarming smile. " Hey m, I am sorry we put you through all this nonsense," the man said. " But it was for your good." Jacquard looked at Em, then at the man

Hong Ling walked over to them and asked with a smile. "Miss Hong Ling, we came here today for those few things you mentioned. Don't sharpen our appetites," A fat middle-aged man said and kept moving his gaze on Hong Ling's perfect figure. "As I think, the most precious thing in House of Treasure is you, Miss Hong Ling! I wonder if I have an opportunity to buy this big treasure back for collection?" said a man in his thirties who was elegant and handsome. "If it is really possible, then I will definitely bid for it. I'll take this baby home even if it costs me everything."

Although he had not figured out what it was, it was definitely a good thing. He reached out to hold the book in his hand and studied it carefully, only to find that he couldn't open it anyway. Mr. Smith said, "Mr. Qin, this book can't be opened. We've already tried it." Qin Haodong asked, "Where did you get this book?" Mr. Smith said, "It was also stolen from a rich family's treasury. But this book is very strange. It doesn't seem to be an antique at all. So we left it in the warehouse and didn't take it out to sell."

"It doesn't make sense. Why is Mr. Cold suddenly nice? What’s his plan this time? There's no way a guy like that likes me. So, what is he after?” While guessing, Amber looked here and there. After a while, her gaze fell on the slightly open drawer. "Hmm? Why did he forget to lock it?” With a confused look, the woman approached. Silently, she pulled the handle. "What are these?" Amber sighed. She didn't expect Mr. Cold to keep magazines and books about jewelry. “Who exactly is that man? Is he Adam Smith's friend? Is that why he has this kind of collection?” Frowning, the woman began to observe. When she found the cover with a picture of the famous designer, her confusion was instantly erased

"I don't know." Marcus continued. "My men searched this place for years." "They found the journals." "They found the letters." "They even found the hidden passage." "But they never found the real treasure." Emma frowned. "The real treasure?" Marcus laughed again. "I always admired your grandfather." "He was smarter than everyone." "He knew that greed blinds people." "So he hid the truth where only someone with patience could find it." The speakers suddenly went silent. The room became eerily quiet. Emma turned toward Liam. "Was Marcus telling the truth?"

No fancy jewelry, nothing. Back then, Vincent held my hand, tears in his eyes, and promised he’d make it up to me, ten times over, as soon as he made it. Looks like he was making it up to another woman. I kept scrolling. Vacations by the sea, dinners at Michelin-star restaurants, first-class on a private jet. Every photo dripped with luxury. And the girl in them couldn't have been older than twenty-five, with tight skin and a killer body. Her latest post, from 11 PM last night: "Movie night at home with my man. This is what happiness feels like."

That should be me. I don’t care who she is or where she came from. All I need is an entry. A small opening to sink my claws in. I’ll smile, flatter, maybe even cry some crocodile tears about how hard life’s been. Women like her like feeling superior. I’ll let her feel like she’s rescuing me. And then? I’ll take everything. Cipher D’Amato. Now that is a man worth stealing. Richer than God, crueler than the devil, and exactly the kind of man who needs a soft, dangerous woman by his side. I’ve been watching his moves for years, waiting for an opening.