My Destined Lover

Laura waved to Carl, “Half a million dollars is enough to show your sincerity. Since you really like it, there is no need to raise the price. I bought it for ten thousand dollars, so I’ll sell it to you at the same price.”

Carl was stunned. He didn’t expect that how could someone not take advantage of it?

Marcus was also surprised. And a thought crossed his mind – Laura had rejected Carl’s offer because of the good relationship between the Millers and the Browns… Marcus’s expression slowly softened, revealing a gentle smile.

Carl was overjoyed, “Really! Thank you so much…”

Seeing the old man was about to take out the money, the stall owner who witnessed the whole process was suddenly anxious. He had thought that the coin was a worthless trinket, so he gave it away. But now someone was willing to pay half a million for it!NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The stall owner, repentant and anxious, stared at the ancient coin that Laura was pinching in her fingers. Without thinking, he shouted and rushed forward. “Wait, all of you! I’m not going to sell it! Give it back!”

Laura frowned and tried to dodge him.

The stall owner, however, was so desperate that he didn’t care about anything. He reached out and tried to grab the coin, “Do you hear me? I’m not goanna sell it!”

Suddenly, Marcus stepped in front of Laura and kicked the stall owner to the ground.

“Have some respect for her!”

The stall owner was kicked in the ribs and he grunted in pain, falling to the ground. The crowd was pouring into the street to see what was going on.

The stall owner covered his waist and screamed, “Oh my! Everyone come over to claim justice for me ah! I don’t want to sell it, but she forced me to sell…”. Marcus sneered at what happened and turned his head to look at Laura again, “You don’t have to worry about him. I’m here and I won’t let him hurt you.”

Laura was slightly stunned, and something flashed in her heart, which she forcibly pressed down. “Well. I was never going to care about him.”

With that, she opened her palm and handed Carl the ancient coin, “Here you are.”

After transferring the money, the transaction between Carl and Laura was over.

The stall owner, still lying on the ground, was ignored and became even more irritated.

He shouted, “Come on, someone! Someone picks a bone for me!”

The people around him were talking. At first, they thought the stall owner was really angry, but after listening to the explanation of several nearby stall owners, the crowd suddenly understood the situation.

The stall owner does not know the goods, so he could not blame anyone.