Sarah Moore never expected David Johnson to refuse!
This was an invitation from Jessica Brown!
Apart from being the CEO of the Brown Group, she is also the heiress of the Brown family in Northridge Province!
More critically, she is one of the three beauties in Northridge Province!
A presence that countless young masters from prestigious families can't even meet!
And now Jessica Brown gave this guy an opportunity, and he actually refused?
And it seemed like he didn't even consider it!
Was it necessary to be so decisive?
Didn't you beat up the security guards before, yelling aggressively that you wanted to see Jessica Brown?
How come you've become a different person today?
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The Willow Creek Villa District.
Located in the core of Willow Creek New City in Brooksdale, it's a rare high-grade, low-density, personalized ecological villa community.
The villas here have a unique trait, you might not even be able to buy one even if you have money.
Almost every villa is worth billions.
Those living here are generally young masters from prestigious families or CEOs of Fortune 500 companies.
Jessica Brown is among them; this was secretly purchased for her by her mother back in the day. Even if the group fails, there's still a billion-dollar property as a backup.
Jessica Brown' villa is the one inside, and it's very quiet.
At this moment, Jessica Brown is taking a bath in the bathroom, a habit she has after work every day. Her eyes are tightly closed, her whole body covered with countless bubbles with only her head exposed.
Until a phone call interrupted her thoughts.
She reached out, her slender and fair hand picking up the phone beside her.
"President, he refused." As soon as Sarah Moore finished speaking, Jessica Brown' expression changed.
She forcibly suppressed her inner anger and said softly, "Understood."
After speaking, she hung up the phone.
No one knew how angry Jessica Brown was at this moment.
Her dignified invitation, there was actually someone who could refuse?
It had never happened in all these years!
She even felt a tinge of defeat in her heart.
"Could it be that I'm not attractive enough? Or, David Johnson, are you not a man at all?"
Jessica Brown stood up, her perfect figure almost overshadowing the entire room as she casually grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself, standing in front of the mirror.
Then, her red lips curved into a smile: "David Johnson, good. I'm becoming more and more interested in you now, I really want to see what kind of man would refuse me, Jessica Brown!"
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The next day.
I awoke from my cultivation.
The first thing I did was grasp that black stone, trying to enter it.
But the result was obvious, I was still forced out by that pressure.
"At this rate, who knows when I'll unravel the secrets inside. No way, I must go to a nearby pharmacy immediately."
Since today was Saturday, Sarah Moore didn't need to go to work and was still not up, I didn't plan to call her. I left a note and departed.
Brooksdale isn't too big, and there are only three traditional medicine stores. I chose the largest one among them.
Charity Hall.
When I took a taxi to this traditional medicine store, I was stunned by its luxurious exterior.
The bright red lacquered door with the words 'Charity Hall' written in magnificent calligraphy.
Most notably, the calligraphy was done by that Aethelgard leader back in the day!
Although it was still early, people were already queuing up to buy medicine, the business was incredibly booming.
From the chatter around, I also learned about the store's history, reportedly a century-old establishment with branches nationwide. Over the years, no one dared to cause trouble in any branch, showcasing its terrifying background.
I walked into Charity Hall and found that most people inside were elderly. I couldn't help but sigh, only the older generation still believed in traditional medicine these days.
Because there were so many people, I could only wait on the side. Out of boredom, I noticed an ancient painting on the wall.
This ancient painting might have been treated as the store's treasure, beautifully framed.
Even while I was admiring it, I noticed a few people looking over, clearly afraid I might damage the painting.
I looked at it for a few moments, shook my head helplessly, having confirmed that it was a counterfeit.
"What a pity."
Just then, an old man and a young girl appeared next to me.
"Hey hey hey, why are you shaking your head, what do you mean by that? Acting like you know art, do you even understand paintings?" The girl's disdainful voice rang in my ears.
I glanced at the girl speaking, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with rosy lips and white teeth, dressed in affluent attire. Maybe because she hadn't fully matured, she looked average, but her aggressive attitude made me somewhat displeased.
However, I was here to buy medicine, so naturally, I couldn't argue with such a girl. I directly headed to the other side.
"Did I give you permission to leave? What did you mean just now? With the cheap clothes you're wearing, you probably don't even qualify to be around such things in your entire life."
As the girl spoke, she raised her snow-white chin, full of disdain and contempt, as if my very presence sullied the painting.
"Oh." I responded indifferently, then prepared to leave.
It's wise to avoid provoking such a woman, she's simply a shrew.
The girl, seeing my attitude, grew even more furious and was about to grab me when the old man beside her spoke:
"Steph, don't be rude!"
The girl immediately fell silent, pouting her lips while glaring fiercely at me.
The old man was dressed in traditional clothing, with gray hair and leaning on a cane, seeming quite scholarly. He looked at me and apologized: "Young man, I'm really sorry. My granddaughter has this temper, she's been pampered by her parents from a young age, I hope you can understand."
I nodded, not wanting to waste time with the pair, ready to line up.
The girl saw her grandfather being so polite to this guy and rebuking her instead, and she became even more resentful.
"Grandpa, why bother with this country bumpkin, what does he know? Look at his sneaky face, he might be here to steal…"
The old man, seeing his granddaughter's impudence, coughed, making her voice drop. Then, the old man called out to me again, curiously asking:
"Young man, I noticed earlier you seemed disappointed with this painting. May I ask why? Is it because of the painting technique? Or the artistic conception? Or…"
Before the old man could finish, my calm voice interrupted: "This painting is a counterfeit."
Once I said this, the atmosphere in the entire hall changed.
The old man's wrinkled face twitched, and the girl widened her eyes at me as if she had seen a ghost!
This guy really dared to say that!
He actually called Charity Hall's treasure a counterfeit!
This was purchased five years ago at the Equinox Auction in Silverwood for a sky-high price of ninety million!
It was certified as an authentic work by countless collectors as a true piece by Patrick Martinez!
Over the years, collectors nationwide have taken flights just to see the genuine piece!
Even every new mayor and secretary of Brooksdale, upon taking office, inscribed words of praise for this authentic piece!
And now, this work praised by countless dignitaries and aristocrats was labeled a counterfeit by a young man?
The key was his tone, it was as if he was stating a factual observation.
Could this be a lunatic who escaped from the Brooksdale Seventh People's Hospital?