Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 1766

Madam Marie blinked at him as if thinking about it. A pause later, she said, "Including my grandfather's collection, there are ten rooms' worth of antiques in this manor. If you don't mind, Mister Penn, I'd like to sell each room's collection for one billion dollars. Ten rooms would cost a total of ten billion dollars."

"Ten billion?"

Wilbur frowned, but Harold was quicker to speak up. "Madam Marie, Mister Albus said that the collections in the ten rooms were worth between thirty to fifty billion dollars… and that's the price range from ten years ago. After a decade, these antiques would surely be worth well over fifty billion dollars. You…"

"Enough, Harold," Madam Marie said, looking at Harold with red-rimmed eyes. "You know how severe Dad's illness is. No one but Mister Penn is going to buy all these antiques in one go, and I need the money now. I can't wait any longer."

"I'm sorry, Madam."

Harold bowed in apology to Marie, retreating to the side wordlessly.

Next to Wilbur, Tina was in utter shock. Ten billion dollars was an astronomical amount of money to her, and she hardly dared to imagine if the collection of antiques might be worth even more than fifty billion.

"I'd like to take a look at the collection first. Would that be alright?"

"Yes, of course."

Marie led Wilbur and Tina to the ten rooms, opening them one by one. "These are my father and grandfather's collections, Mister Penn. I really hope you'll be able to help me out."

Wilbur saw the tears brimming in Marie's eyes and scrambled to say, "Don't you worry, Madam Marie. As long as these antiques are worth it, I won't turn down this offer."

Wilbur picked the gloves up, passing them around in his hands. "They're not bad at all. I'll take them, thank you."

Marie nodded with deep gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Mister Penn."

All of a sudden, a series of footsteps rang from the hallway outside as Harold entered the room with Greg Jonan. Greg glanced at Wilbur and flared up in anger. "You're not selling the collections to him, Marie."

Marie looked at Greg. "My father is gravely ill, Uncle Greg. He needs the money for his treatment, and Mister Penn is a guest of mine. I hope you won't disrupt our exchange here, thank you."

Greg took a deep breath, his expression ashen. "No, Marie. These collections were left behind by your grandfather, Garcia Jonan, but he's also my father. This is shared Jonan property, and you have no right to sell it off for personal use."