Chapter 405
Chapter 405:
Unbeknownst to Asho, with each spin, the card in the young man’s hand subtly changed color. By now, it had been red for quite some time and hadn’t shifted again.
Oblivious to the impending danger, Asho chuckled upon seeing the card. “Judging by your tricks, you’re probably planning to draw them into a gambling game, right? Those three are ripe for the picking. But I won’t hand over their information for free.”
With a greedy smile, Asho rubbed his fingers together, hinting at a payment.
However, the young man smiled and asked, “Isn’t it just a bit of information? Do you want to charge for that? Can’t I get a freebie just this once?”
Hearing this, Asho’s demeanor turned icy with irritation as he retorted, “What did you say? Freebie? You must have a death wish!”
With that, Asho clapped his hands, signaling for his hidden accomplices.
But when he met the young man’s gaze again, he was met with a maniacal grin.
Soon, the quiet alley was filled with screams.
Terrified and desperate, Asho knelt on the ground, trembling. “Please, spare me! I’ll tell you everything I know!”
Silence soon reclaimed the alley. After some time, the young man emerged alone. At that moment, the playing card in his hand had morphed into a blood-stained black bank card, yet he continued to twirl it as before.
Narrowing his eyes, the young man looked back at the alley and said with gratitude, “Thanks for the information. I just happened to pass by and didn’t expect to learn so much. But it seems you won’t be able to collect your fee this time. I’ll make it up to you in the next life. Bye!”
With that, the young man casually slipped the bank card into his pocket and quickly blended into the crowd.
Despite some unforeseen twists, their visit to the black market turned out to be very successful. Abrial got what she needed, and Ashton surprisingly found several uncommon Fire Herbs.
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After they returned to the Carter family residence, Abrial—who had been somewhat indifferent to Ashton before—made a point to thank him with a smile.
“Thank you, Ashton. My grandfather’s birthday is just two days away, and I wouldn’t have had a suitable gift without your help.”
Pleasantly surprised by Abrial’s rare show of kindness, Ashton smiled back politely.
But before Ashton could add anything, Abrial’s eyes softened as she looked toward Rosalie. “However, the real credit should go to you, Rosalie. Without you, Ashton wouldn’t have been here to help me. My grandfather loves paintings. Thanks to the genuine Barth piece you helped me acquire, he’ll definitely be impressed, and we don’t have to worry about my cousin ruining our plans.”
Ashton and Rosalie shared a look and managed only a wry smile.
Clearly, Abrial was a person to be wary of.
Time flew, and soon it was the day of Levi’s birthday celebration at the Carter manor.
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