Master Ye’s voice was particularly grating.
Miranda’s eyes widened, and she almost cried out—billions?!
Damn! What kind of master-level antique was worth so much?
Was this extortion or robbery?
William simultaneously felt several scorching gazes. His eyelids twitched, and he frowned, saying, "That..."
"An artwork from hundreds of years ago, belonging to my great-great-grandfather..."
His voice suddenly stopped. William shook his head, "The item is very valuable. It was originally intended for the National Museum..."
At market price—billions, should Du Ruoxin really compensate?
It didn't seem quite right?
"It's broken..."
William's successive hesitant words made the two women’s hearts pound.
What did he mean?
Should Du Ruoxin compensate or not? Should she pay the original price or a discounted price? It was so agonizing! Just give them a straight answer!
"Yes, I'm very sorry. I was at the corner and walking in a hurry, so I didn't see." Although billions hurt, she would rather lose money than incur a debt of gratitude to Rong Jingyang.
Miranda kept staring at William. As long as he dared to ask Xin Jie to compensate, she had the ability to make Rong Jingyang bear the responsibility.
It was too terrifying!
A casual "antique" worth billions? How could she suspect it was a honey trap?
No, she had to hire an antique appraiser.
Anything involving money, especially a lot of money, should not be taken lightly.
"Alas," William sighed, "I'll have the restorer take a look and see if they can find a way to restore it."
"Miss Du doesn't need to compensate."
"The reason antiques are precious is because of their historical value."
"As long as it exists, its value remains."
Du Ruoxin said sincerely, "I still need to compensate if I feel bad..."
William interrupted, "Miss Du, if you really feel bad about it, you can accompany me to a few events."
Du Ruoxin: "???"
What kind of events? What did compensation have to do with events? Was it a transaction?
"They aren't major occasions, just events related to carbon neutrality, environmental protection, and animal welfare. With your help, I believe Mr. Rothschild will cooperate," William said.
Du Ruoxin understood—so he wanted to use her to persuade or influence her elder brother?
"Okay." Without hesitation, Du Ruoxin nodded in agreement.
Living on the same planet, under the same sky, protecting the environment was everyone's responsibility, so she naturally wouldn't refuse.
Miranda breathed a sigh of relief—it was good she didn't have to pay.
The four of them ate the meal quite harmoniously. Most of the talking was done by Miranda and William, with Du Ruoxin and Rong Jingyang occasionally responding.
Perhaps, maybe, this was how all divorced couples were when they met again?
Few words, no communication?
Even sitting at the same table, they maintained a tacit silence?
As the meal neared its end, beautiful waltz music started playing in the restaurant.
William stood up and walked behind Du Ruoxin, "Miss Du, would you do me the honor of a dance?"
Du Ruoxin: "...Uh?"
They were just having dinner, why the sudden dance?
William saw her hesitation and smiled, "On such a beautiful night, with wine and good food, how can there be no beautiful company?"
"If Miss Du refuses, I will be sad for several days."
Rong Jingyang suddenly stood up, his expression displeased, "William, she is not feeling well."
Du Ruoxin, who was still hesitating, immediately placed her hand in William's palm as if to spite Rong Jingyang or provoke him upon hearing Rong Jingyang speak, "Certainly."
The two walked onto the dance floor and began to dance.
The man was handsome, the woman beautiful, their steps in sync, a pleasing sight.
Miranda, wanting to maintain her image in front of William (after all, she was filming on borrowed territory and needed to be polite), had not targeted Rong Jingyang.
Now was the perfect time.
She glanced at him, her gaze wary and sharp, "Chairman Rong, I was able to borrow Buckingham Palace for filming. I suspect you helped a lot behind the scenes?"
"Tell me, what exactly is your goal?"