Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 273

Chapter 273

Later, Yuri called Edgar to his side and asked him if he knew the two guests he had just met.

But Edgar showed a kind of bewilderment, and said: "Sir, did any guests come here just now? Why don't I have any impression?"

forgotten.

I don't remember at all... Not only Edgar, but even the beautiful maid who just shaved him, and even the bodyguard of the strong man who was a part-time driver in this manor, said that they had never seen anyone coming.

Yuri sat in the study by himself in a daze, but even the study was decorated like a palace.

Next to him is the seal that is said to be able to use all the assets belonging to the heirs in the Decabi family, as well as 15.00% of the family's total assets.

"Edgar... how much is my personal assets?" Yuri asked subconsciously.

"Sir, your personal assets are nearly 41 billion euros."

"Family... Where is the family?"

"I'm afraid it will take some time to recalculate before we can get accurate figures." Edgar said respectfully: "Sir, the international market is always changing, and the specific statistics should be ready at the family dinner at the end of the year." .But the figure last year was 750 billion euros.”

15.00%...750 billion...Euro...

Yuri had to wipe his face with his hands to calm himself down.Edgar did his part well and said, "Sir, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to call a doctor?"

By the way...the manor also has a private doctor.

"No need, I want to be alone for a while. You go out first." Yuri said calmly.

Edgar nodded, put his hands on his thighs, bent over slightly, and left the study straightly.

Yuri pinched his eyebrows subconsciously, leaned on the back of the chair as if lying down, and looked up at the hanging decoration on the ceiling... Just such a hanging decoration, with the share he once worked in an art gallery, It may take ten or eight years or even more time to afford a salary, right?

but.

"Only a month..."

Yuri slowly closed his eyes—because he knew that such a month of extravagance was almost achieved with all his efforts.

……

……

Inside the building, Ana waits for the number on the elevator display to show the floor she needs to reach eventually.

Ding--!

She got out of the elevator, but there were already two men standing outside the elevator door.And the two men moved the scanner back and forth very skillfully, scanning her body.

But she seemed dissatisfied, "Do I need to do this every time?"

"Miss Anna, you should know that, except for Mr.'s family members, no matter who they are, they need to go through this step." One of them said in a serious manner.

The other said calmly at this time: "It's fine, Miss Anna. Mr. Yefim is already waiting for you inside."

Anna chuckled lightly, and said playfully: "Fortunately, when I slept with your boss, you didn't watch from the sidelines, otherwise I think even if your boss is as strong as a brown bear, I wouldn't be able to orgasm. "

They pretended not to hear.

Returning to the left and right of the elevator entrance, it looks like a statue.

Anya also looked away, and walked into this technologically-sounding room—there was almost a 180-degree glass curtain wall inside, and the height of the building was high enough to allow a wide view.

"came back."

At this time, at the spiral staircase leading from the room to the upper floor, a stout...in fact, he should be a fat middle-aged man slowly walked down.

"Is it settled?" he continued.

Anna brushed her hair, and with a charming smile, she suddenly stretched out her finger and pressed it slowly on her nipple... Slowly moving down, pause after pause, "Here, Here... and here, three bullets."

Yefim just glanced at it indifferently, then nodded, and walked towards the bar next to him. He suddenly said, "What was the original asking price of that guy?"

"1000 euros."

After hearing this, Yefim didn't show any expression, as if he had just heard it.

He took out two glasses, pulled out the wine bottle, and poured two glasses of wine before walking up to Anna and bringing a glass, "You should mourn for him, Miss Anna."

Anna smiled slightly, and lightly touched Yefim's glass with the wine glass in her hand, "Isn't it us?"

"It's a pity that Yuri died like this." Yefim shrugged and said, "It's a pity, but I don't like disobedient guys either. Come here, I'll show you something."

With that said, Yefim walked towards the corner of the room—the corner near the glass curtain wall.

There is a shelf here, covered with a white cloth.Anna seemed to know what this thing was, and her eyes lit up involuntarily.

"Open it and have a look."

Yefim walked towards the sofa next to him.

Anna took a step forward and lifted the white cloth on the shelf——"The Nameless Girl"

A hint of obsession flashed in Anna's eyes, and she stretched out her finger and slid down the frame of the painting, "It's so beautiful...this is the...nameless girl from the art museum."

"Do not."

Unexpectedly, Yefim said calmly at this time: "This is drawn by Yuri."

Anna was taken aback for a moment, she couldn't help but frowned, turned around, and looked at the big crocodile in Moscow, "Yuri?"

Yefim smiled lightly and said, "That's why I said, it's a pity that Yuri died."

Anna was still frowning, as if thinking of something, subconsciously said: "Auction the day after tomorrow, are you planning to auction this fake?"

"Who said it was a fake?" Yefim said slowly: "The painting was stolen from the art museum by F&C, and now F&C put it up for auction, so it is real."

"I know what you are sorry about."

Anna walked up to Yefim with a charming smile, she even took off her high heels, and finally sat on Yefim's body, "You should have many, many copies of "The Unknown Girl" .I really shouldn't have sent Yuri to God like this...because he did."

She originally thought that Yefim would sell the real stolen painting at the auction, and then use the fake created by Yuri to find a group of guys who don't know how to do it but get rich and make a lot of money. money.

But I didn't expect——Yuri actually managed to imitate the real one almost perfectly.

Even just now, if Yefim hadn't said it himself, she...she had actually been deceived.

Now that he could fool her, he would naturally fool most of the collectors... no, all of them.

Not most of them.

"I'm so sorry." Anna turned her eyes, lowered her head, and still smiled charmingly: "I think I should make it up to you."

But Yefim said: "No, the auction the day after tomorrow, you just need to bid for me, I have an appointment for dinner. I will go out soon."

……

……

"Let me go! Let me go!! Let me go! Do you know who I am? How dare you lock me up here? I want to see your president! Let me out!"

Inside the police station, someone shouted.

So the young detective Yergo, who just came back after working hard for a long time because of the art museum, couldn't help but frowned and asked his colleagues, "What's the matter with this guy?"

"God knows, this guy was caught stealing in a convenience store... He said that he is a descendant of a nobleman, the heir of a big family, and he wants to meet our Mr. President... I am still of the blood of the Tsar! Haha!"

Yergo shrugged, but he didn't pay attention, and went straight to Sergeant Victor's office.

(End of this chapter)