I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 494

"Is it because of Miss Ron's text message?"

Theresa was somewhat surprised.

“When I talked to him before, he never mentioned that he had any other businesses.”

At this point, Theresa couldn't help but sigh.

"No wonder so many people want to get promoted and make money; power is indeed very convenient. A single phone call can solve a problem. The difference between hearing about it and experiencing it firsthand is huge."

"Oh? You're interested in power now?"

Su Fan was quite interested.

Those who have tasted the power will inevitably fall into the vortex of pursuing fame and fortune.

Theresa just lacks a bit of common sense. If she really wanted to get involved, she might become a master of palace intrigue in no time.

Am I about to witness the birth of Niohuru Theresa?
"No."

Theresa thought about it carefully and then shook her head.

"Before you can seize power, you must become its slave."

"There used to be a very annoying priest in the monastery who often used his power to satisfy his own desires and act arrogantly."

"But later that morning when I went to the pool to wash my clothes, I inadvertently saw him bowing and scraping to the emissary from the Papacy, almost kneeling down to kiss his shoes."

"It's the same old story: every gift comes at a price. At least for me, the price is a bit too high."

"I don't like to grovel before others, nor do I like others to treat me like that."

She had barely finished speaking when her phone rang. Unlike the previous text message notifications, this time it was a real phone call.

Can I answer the phone?

"of course."

After Su Fan indicated that it was alright, Theresa answered the call.

"Hello."

"Hello, Miss Theresa, have you had breakfast yet?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely obsequious, as sticky as a silk handkerchief soaked in kerosene.

"Are you satisfied with my arrangements?"

"You mean you want me to move to another hotel?"

"That's right, that's right."

The caller's tone quickened slightly, sounding quite urgent, but he quickly regained control and returned to his previous demeanor.

"That hotel is fully equipped and has a great location. The staff will take care of your daily meals and accommodations so that you can better carry out the exorcism and benefit the citizens of London. What do you think?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I already have a place to stay."

Theresa's gentle refusal made Leon, who had just relaxed a little, tense up again on the other end of the phone.

"You may not fully appreciate how wonderful your new home is. How about this, I'll send a car over later to take you on a tour. After you've experienced it for yourself, you can make your decision, okay?"

"Don't worry about it. I don't think there's anywhere with better conditions than here."

Theresa's gaze unconsciously swept over the smooth porcelain bowl on the table.

"Miss Theresa, you..."

"Mr. Lyon, please stop talking."

Theresa suddenly interrupted the other person's prepared argument.

Please respect my choice. That's all. Have a nice day.

After speaking, Theresa hung up the phone immediately. She knew that Leon probably wouldn't give up trying to persuade her, and continuing the call would only result in him repeating the same old things over and over again.

This is clearly a waste of time.

If she were staying in a hotel alone before, she would have calmly waited for the other person to finish speaking before refusing them one by one, but now, there is someone waiting for her.

Little did Theresa know that the moment she hung up the phone, Lyon, in a luxury apartment in London, felt like his world was collapsing.

After a brief period of panic, Lyon quickly found the key to breaking the deadlock.

The Mayfair family is putting pressure on me because I've been embezzling and neglecting the nun. But I'm confident that if I can win the nun's favor through my actions, all my current difficulties will disappear.

During their brief encounter, Lyon had already labeled Theresa as "easy to talk to," "foolishly kind," and "naive."

I had hoped that I could get verbal praise from the other party this time, and then gain their understanding by complaining and playing the victim.

But the conversation did not go as he had expected.

Although the other person's tone was no different from when they first met, they seemed to have suddenly become a different person inside.

They even hung up the phone directly, leaving him with no opportunity to use his prepared script.

From being completely obedient to being completely unresponsive, how could there be such a big difference in just a few days?
Lyon suddenly woke up.

He misjudged the situation.

The nun named Theresa was no country bumpkin who could be easily fooled.

But the other party really doesn't care about that much.

The conditions of their residence were not important; Theresa would not be angry with him for staying in an old hotel, nor would she be happy for moving into a high-end hotel.

His arrogance, stemming from his belief that he could manipulate the other party's will, finally angered them.

what to do……

In Lyon's apartment, the phone rang incessantly.

But he showed no desire to answer the call.

They come from curious colleagues, angry bosses, and gloating rivals.

No one told him what to do in this situation.

Aside from these phone calls, a terrifying storm is already brewing, targeting them.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down. Once he loses power, everyone he knew in the past, whether friend or foe, will spare no effort to drag him into the abyss.

In less than half a day, Lyon felt as if his life had come to an end.

No.

A sudden glint of light flashed in Lyon's dark eyes.

This situation is not entirely unsolvable; there is another phone call he has never been able to make.

The person on the other end of the phone was neither a powerful official nor a business tycoon with extensive influence, but a seemingly insignificant clerk working for a political family.

The reason I was able to run my business so successfully was because of the other party's guidance.

In terms of interpersonal skills and business operations, I am no more than one-tenth as good as him.

Only he could find a way out of this desperate situation.

Leon, forcing himself to the point of near collapse, went to his desk, took out a phone that had never been used before, and dialed the only number on it.

The long wait seemed to gradually slow his heartbeat.

When the call notification sounded like the gates of heaven opening, Leon no longer cared about saving face. Before the other party could even speak, he burst into tears and sobs.

"Help me, Mr. Liam!"

(End of this chapter)