The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1771

For some reason, Johnny stood spacing out for a long while after Madfist entered Huub's coastal mansion.

Also, for some reason, he then followed Madfist inside, either to judge or as a spectator to see if Madfist and the youth named Frank Lawrence had what it took to bring down Droitner Inc.

For his part, Madfist was not concerned.

Even as he entered the mansion, the old man was still grinning broadly—it was a ruse, so that the mansion's security guards would lower their guard.

And the instant they did, Madfist would move, swift as lightning and killing with a single strike.

Even as the security guards died without knowing what had hit them, Madfist continued to strut, heading right into Huub's study and finding the button under his desk.

Beep.

The bookshelf behind Madfist opened with a jingle, revealing a staircase leading to the basement.

His eyes turned sharp right then, as he sensed the presence of several martial elites.

It was clear that Droitner Inc. really had what it took to establish themselves in Bralog's underbelly.

However, Madfist was not at all concerned—no one could stop him as long as he was not up against the grandmasters in the top sects.

Pausing, he quietly told Johnny who stood behind him, "You don't have to come along for this. There's going to be a bloodbath, and you'd get caught in it if you follow."

And with those words, Madfish slowly walked downstairs, his hands clasped behind his back.

On the other hand, Johnny stood at the study, hesitating for a moment but ultimately waiting outside the study instead of following the old man.

He had already seen it earlier—it was a fake.

"Everyone…"

Huub continued to tempt the foreign businesspeople eloquently. "I can understand that the artist might be obscure to you, but if you take a look here…"

Looking where Huub pointed, the foreign businesspersons soon saw a seal of approval belonging to Tet Boran in a corner.

Even they had heard of Tet, despite the man's actual profession not being an appraiser. Moreover, Tet was the close friend of a foreign businessman, who in turn had Tet's assurance that any antique he approved of would not be a fake.

That was why the foreign businessman went on a shopping spree of any treasures Tet approved off and resold them abroad. Seeing the billions he quickly earned, many of his colleagues became jealous.

As many yearned to know his secret, the businessman drunkenly let slip at a ball that Tet's approval on any antique would basically make it incredibly valuable.