Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 2067 Tritus' Regrets

Beads of sweat rolled down Tritus' forehead as he bowed down. He dared not move a muscle upon

recalling that Old Mr. Bane was the honorary chairman of the Antiques and Cultural Relics Association.

When it came to antiques and cultural relics, Old Mr. Bane's keen eyes were tantamount to modern

identification machines. Judging from his reaction, it was obvious that the painting was authentic. The

late realization made Tritus shudder. Micah's The Seasons… It is a priceless work of art.

Everyone in Bainbridge knew that Old Mr. Bane was a Micah mania. He even went to great lengths by

announcing that the Bane Family would grant a wish to whoever could give him The Seasons.

The Bane Family is one of the greatest families in Cathay! If they can grant a wish…

In hindsight, Tritus could feel his scalp tingling and the goosebumps running all over his body upon the

realization. Standing opposite him was Matthew, who could decipher that he was up to something from

those greedy eyes.

He fished out the contract, waving it lightly in midair to make Matthew rue his decision. Should I

repurchase it by tripling the price? But can money translate its value? Can I ask for help from the

Banes for the third time unconditionally?

Gritting his teeth, Tritus glared at Matthew in rage. This annoying guy is the one to blame.

At that moment, Old Mr. Bane piped up, "Matt, I love this painting. Could you give it to me?" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Matthew shrugged coolly. "It is a gift for you, so please take it."

"Thanks, Matt." Old Mr. Bane patted Matthew's shoulder, and his solemn expression gave way to a

genuine smile. "It's getting late. I have something prepared in my manor. Shall we head there right

now?"

Matthew nodded. "I'm honored to be your guest."

At that point, Tritus knew nothing he did could make things right. His reddened eyes fixed on the duo

leaving. With one painting, not only did Matthew earn brownie points from Old Mr. Bane, but he also

snatched the chance to visit Old Mr. Bane's manor!

According to Tritus' knowledge, he could count the number of Old Mr. Bane's guests with his hands

alone, and every single one was a big name in Bainbridge. Without Old Mr. Bane's consent, no one

dared to lay a foot in his manor, not even the youngsters in the Bane Family.

After he comprehended the situation, a pang of guilt hit him like a tsunami.

Who would have thought a painting from a stall by the street was the original work?

Tritus flicked his hand and left in low spirits. Scenes of what happened earlier replayed in his head; his

mischievous grin, his foolish decision to sign the contract, and that valuable painting that slipped

through his fingers. Everything should've belonged to me. Why does Matthew deserve to be Old Mr.

Bane's guest? He's nothing but a country bumpkin! I should be the one receiving the invitation! Darn it!

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