The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor
Chapter 311 - 310

Chapter 311: Chapter 310

She carefully inspected the woman wrapped tightly in front of her.

With a cold snort in her heart, it was clear this was a mistress coming to auction off the patron’s things, because they were invaluable and belonged to someone.

That’s why she didn’t dare show her face when selling them.

She’s seen this kind of thing many times; cutting a million is just routine, what’s there not to be satisfied about?

Initially, she considered opening her mouth wide and immediately cutting five million.

Yet she couldn’t help it, the quality was really too good.

Having the appraiser find flaws would already be challenging.

Isla Sutton looked at the jewelry box in front of her, dumbfounded.

On top of that, her phone rang again.

She grabbed her necklace and looked around.

The store manager instantly reacted, saying directly, "Ma’am, let me take you to our VIP room. You can make phone calls there."

Isla Sutton’s tone was commanding, "Hurry up!"

After the manager led her there, he quietly left.

Isla Sutton was about to answer the phone, her tone full of pleading, "Hello, I know Lynn is quite anxious, but I’m not in Seaton right now. I don’t have that bank card with me, and this kind of large transaction requires me to go to the bank. Can you discuss it on your side? Tomorrow, perhaps?"

Leon Peterson said coldly, "It’s been many days already. Haven’t you returned to Seaton all this time? If you’re unwilling to cooperate, then Lynn will go ahead and release the design draft. You know what she’s like."

"Sorry, sorry, I’m really dealing with something out of town. I’m rushing back now. If I make it today, I’ll pay the remaining balance, okay?"

Leon Peterson snorted coldly, "I gave you a lot of time before. Now Lynn is very upset, and I’ve been affected as well. I’m telling you, if the funds aren’t transferred by noon tomorrow, I’ll definitely make it public!"

"Okay, okay, there’s still time. I’m really sorry, it wasn’t intentional. Could you please apologize to Lynn for me?"

Isla Sutton apologized profusely, her tone very sincere.

Quite different from her attitude outside earlier.

Leon Peterson criticized a few more things, "I made an exception helping you draft because a friend introduced you, yet you’re still unsatisfied. Lynn doesn’t take urgent orders, and you not only demanded more, but kept changing things. How would people view you if this spread out!"

"Please, please don’t let it spread out. I’m rushing back now, okay?"

"Mm, hurry up, don’t be shameless, or we’ll both tear our faces off!"

After Leon Peterson finished scolding, he hung up the phone abruptly.

Isla Sutton looked at her phone with a gloomy expression, clenched her teeth, and walked out.

The store manager saw her and stepped forward immediately, "Ma’am, here’s a complimentary gift from us. I’m really sorry that we couldn’t collaborate this time. Here’s a small gift for you, and hopefully we can work together next time."

"Come in," Isla Sutton spoke with an exhausted tone.

The store manager was pleased inside but still pretended not to know anything.

After entering, he deliberately asked, "What’s the matter, ma’am? Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Forty-nine million, can it be transferred now, right?"

Upon hearing this, the store manager was directly surprised, "You agree?"

Isla Sutton nodded, "Yes, I want to buy a better Pigeon Blood Red, so this is useless to me. Might as well let you have it cheap. Normally, I wouldn’t accept this price."

"Alright, understood. Generally, those who sell goods like this must surely want to purchase higher-grade items. Shall I prepare a document for you?"

"Mm."

The store manager grinned and went out to prepare the document.

She claimed she’d buy better Pigeon Blood Red.

This kind of talk could only fool novice appraisers.

She’s been a store manager for over ten years, besides working as an appraiser.

If there’s a higher-grade Pigeon Blood Red than this, that’s utter nonsense; this is already at the ceiling level.

The staff saw the store manager come out happily and said cautiously, "Sister Alice, did you manage it?"

The store manager touched her little face, "Of course, sis can handle anything! Once this is wrapped up, the performance credit will be in your name. Consider it a big deal, huh."

The staff was pleased, "Thank you, Sister Alice! Let’s have milk tea tomorrow!"

The store manager smiled, took the contract, and went back to Isla Sutton.

She’s responsible for the store’s total sales; individual deals don’t earn much commission anymore.

Might as well pass it on to the staff, so they remember her kindness, making future interactions smoother, with staff more motivated.

After signing the contract, Isla Sutton directly asked, "When can you transfer the money?"

"Hold on, I’ll notify finance. Would you like to browse our selection to see if there’s anything you fancy while waiting?"

"No need, hurry up. I’ll wait here."

Isla Sutton took out her phone and started scrolling through Twitter. The moment she saw Cyrus Brown’s apology to Ivy River, she was instantly furious.

She directly dialed Cyrus Brown’s number.

Once connected, Isla Sutton coldly asked, "Cyrus Brown, why did you apologize to Ivy River? Don’t forget what you initially promised me."

Cyrus Brown thought about it; he indeed wronged Isla Sutton, so his attitude softened, "This ends here. I’ve learned my lesson. Ivy River isn’t someone you could provoke. I also advise you to mind your thoughts and act sensibly."

"What? How could you go back on your word? I’ve already begun preparations."

Isla Sutton sneered, "What a quick turnaround; your initial attitude and this are worlds apart. Didn’t expect you’d become Ivy River’s lackey in mere hours."

Cyrus Brown, not exactly a patient man, retorted, "Who do you think you are? Who gave you the face to speak to me like this? Without Edwin Blake, who would even know you? Idiot."

"The moment I decided to collaborate with you, I knew you were no good. Ha, calling me Ivy River’s lackey? If only that were true—without Ivy River, I’d be finished."

Listening to Cyrus Brown’s roaring, Isla Sutton’s mind pictured Cyrus Brown’s ferocious expression.

"Lackey, you’re not worthy of speaking to me. Today’s discussions are not to be leaked, or you’re dead."

Cyrus Brown snorted, "Keep your thoughts to yourself, don’t overdo it. Otherwise, even Edwin Blake won’t be able to save you."

Without waiting for Isla Sutton to respond, he hung up directly.

The store manager entered at this moment, "Ma’am, we’ve made the transfer, but the exact timing depends on the bank. For large amounts, a 1-2 hour delay is normal."

"Mm, okay, afterwards, if there are good items, remember to save them for me; I’ll leave now."

Isla Sutton stood up and left, taking the complimentary gift along.

She glanced at it, and the items inside were quite nice.

After all, it’s a pawn shop chain with significant backing.

Standing at the entrance, she said straightforwardly, "Is there more of this complimentary gift? I’d like to take two sets for my friends. I’ll recommend them to your store if they’re selling."