"Can! Where are you?" Barbara knew that these big collectors had distinguished identities, and their time must be very valuable.
The other party gave her an address and repeated it, "Do you know this place?"
"I’ll be wearing a baseball cap waiting for you at the entrance, please be sure to arrive on time, I won’t wait past that."
Then the other party hung up, Barbara quickly changed clothes, grabbed the ring and bracelet and packed them in her bag, swiftly heading out the door.
Time was running out for her...
She had to meet Aaron, exchange these items for money, and leave Riventhal overnight; she planned to use this money to enter high society! Buy luxury cars to upscale her image, then meet wealthy and handsome men!
Barbara had enough of this kind of life, and her plan for the future was quite clear.
The car drove towards the agreed location, and Barbara was still using her phone to search for information on Aaron, wanting to understand his temperament to increase the chances of making a deal.
The address was an old building from the Republic era, now converted into a hotel, where many things remained intact for years, so it’s not just about wealth to stay there; it also depends on the guest’s reputation and identity.
At the entrance, a man wearing a black baseball cap appeared on time.
He watched as a girl got out of a taxi, then started walking toward him.
"Hello, I’m Hailey Hale." Barbara smiled slightly, standing in front of the man, "The seller who called you just now to arrange a meeting."
The man’s interest wasn’t piqued by her name; he turned and led the way into the lobby.
Barbara held her bag and followed him, her phone already set to silent; having searched online, she knew Aaron had spent two hundred million on an emerald collection last year.
So as long as he liked this jewelry, Barbara thought, five million shouldn’t be a problem?
Hmm, she would play it by ear.
The spiral staircase was ancient and exquisite, and to maintain its originality, an elevator hadn’t been installed. Amid the warm yellow lighting, Barbara followed him up to the third floor.
They encountered no living souls on the way, making it slightly cold and she felt inexplicably nervous and scared.
Is the online information reliable?
Aaron was just a name, never showing a frontal picture, could he be an old man?
Following the man down the corridor, they stopped in front of a retro door, where the man knocked and gently pushed it open, "Please follow me in."
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As Barbara stepped in, she saw a tall man standing at the arched window, his posture upright.
"Mr. Ashford." The man took off his hat, softly reporting, "I’ve brought the person."
Barbara saw the man by the window turn around, revealing a face with particularly pleasant features, young, handsome, and suave, not an old man!
"Hello, Mr. Ashford." Barbara politely greeted him.
Aaron smiled slightly and moved toward the sofa, "Sit."
The girl was stunned and didn’t move; his assistant reminded, "Sit down and show Mr. Ashford your items."
"Yes." Barbara couldn’t waste his time, so with a slightly nervous heart, she sat on the sofa opposite Aaron.
Barbara placed her bag on the coffee table, unzipped it, and took out a small box.
Aaron and his assistant both focused on the small box, glancing at each other with a meaningful look, yet both remained silent.
Waiting for the girl to unveil the jewelry.