Chapter 17
“What’s going on? Didn’t Sandra say this person is useless? How can he be so strong?”
“I have no idea. We should probably run away quickly.”
The club members exchanged glances and whispered to each other.
The club president clutched his groin, his face pale with pain.
“Just you wait! I won’t let this matter go so easily! Today’s score will be settled someday!”
“Still talking? Want to get beaten up?” Ash taunted the president, raising her fist in a show of force.
The president, seeing this, stumbled to his feet and scrambled away in a panic.
Ash smirked, thinking it was too easy.
She dusted herself off, ready to leave, when her phone in her pocket rang.
It was from Vera.
“Mr. Feron, I’m sorry to bother you, but this situation is really difficult. In the entire Kingstonia, besides you, no one could pull it off.”
Vera explained the problem to Ash briefly.
Ash remained calm and composed. “I’ll come over right now.”
Scenic Garden was a place with an antique charm, where some wealthy individuals who loved antique items gathered. Anyone who could enter here had a net worth of at least ten figures.
But nobody knew who the owner of this place really was. They simply knew that everyone referred to him as “Mr. Feron.”
When Ash arrived at Scenic Garden, Vera was dressed in smart office attire.
“Mr. Feron, they’re in the private room. I’ll lead you there,” Vera said.
Ash nodded and followed behind Vera.
Inside the private room were several wealthy patrons, including Quinton Hawk, who had spent 26 million dollars to acquire a masterpiece by a historically renowned painter.
However, when the waiter accidentally spilled coffee on the artwork, causing damage to one corner of it, Quinton was furious and had a strong desire to force the waiter to death to vent his anger.
The situation escalated quickly, and Vera could not find a solution, so she had no choice but to seek help from Ash.
“If Mr. King finds out about this, we’ll all be in trouble!”
“Don’t worry.”
Ash patted Vera’s shoulder reassuringly and pushed open the door to the private room.
Inside the private room, it was filled with noise and commotion. The waiter kept apologizing incessantly, his voice becoming hoarse from crying out. Meanwhile, the art restorers inside were engaged in intense discussions, trying to find a solution to remedy the situation.
One of the art restorers proposed their restoration plan and mentioned that it would take at least a week to complete the repair work.
Quinton’s face was dark, and his tone was oppressive as he asked, “Can you guarantee that it will be restored exactly as it was before?”
“We’ll do our best…”
“Your best won’t cut it! I paid 26 million dollars for this! In the end, it’s all because this idiot didn’t watch where he was going!“”
Quinton’s expression was fierce, and he kicked the waiter, who was still kneeling on the ground, right in the chest.
The waiter was sent flying and collided with Ash’s feet, then fell to the ground, unconscious.
Vera quickly apologized, “Mr. Hawk, please calm down. I have invited a true master restorer.”
Everyone turned their attention to Vera.
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Among them was Wesley, sitting in the most prominent position, but he appeared indifferent and spoke the least.
When he saw Ash standing at the door, his eyebrows could not help but lift.
Art restorers not only needed a strong background in history, painting, and literature but also a solid understanding of chemistry, physics, aesthetics, materials, and fabrics.
Apart from a few units like the National Museum and the National Library, there were very few private art restorers with high standards.
Their ages were mostly 60 and above, and there were hardly any among the younger generation, let alone someone below the age of 20.
Wesley could not believe Ash would be capable of handling this. But Ash had her backpack slung over her shoulder, hands in her pockets, and stood confidently, appearing quite bold.
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