Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 258

But the guy wouldn't budge, standing in front of the car like he had a death wish.

The driver cursed under his breath and said he'd help the guy cross the street to avoid hitting him.

Finally, the man spoke up, "Mr. Collins, I need to talk to you."

Christopher rolled down the window and looked at him. "Alright, go ahead."

He was giving the guy a chance.

The young man said, "Mr. Christopher Collins, Mrs. Faye Collins really likes the painting you bought. You wouldn't want to make her unhappy, would you? Please, let it go."

Christopher chuckled, a small smile not reaching his eyes. "If Faye really liked it, she would've gotten it beforehand. She's not in love with the painting; she loves taking things from me."

Clearly, Christopher was used to Faye's nasty behavior.

The man tried to say something about motherly love.

He didn't even understand why the relationship between the mother and son was so bad. In his mind, what mother didn't love her child?

I felt a bit sorry for Christopher. Faye was like a snake, striking out of nowhere, creepy and terrifying.

"Since you're so dedicated, I think if you need a job, you can come work for us," Christopher suddenly said.

I glanced at Christopher, then got out of the car and handed the man a piece of paper with his contact information.

The man's hand shook, but he firmly refused. "No, I'm not looking to change jobs."

I smiled and said, "Having another contact can be useful. You might change your mind someday."

After that, I didn't care about his reaction and got back in the car. The driver drove off.

While we were in the car, Christopher suddenly reminded me, "Be prepared. She'll probably come looking for you soon."

"Mrs. Collins?" I had just enjoyed some peace, and hearing that Faye was coming to find me made me shiver.

"Please, no. I'm scared I'll have nightmares about her smiling sweetly at me and then killing me!" I was genuinely worried.

Christopher laughed lightly. "If you're that scared, don't go home tonight. Stay at my place. I'll protect you!"

Even though I knew he was joking, I still felt a bit embarrassed.

"No need. I've seen her before. It's not that scary anymore."

I laughed it off and declined Christopher's offer.

That evening, the auction house called to say the painting had been delivered.

Magnus and Cassius were clearly pleased with the painting because, for the first time, Magnus called us himself.

It was about Hayes, but since Magnus had a temper and Hayes had just been sick, they hadn't developed a deep bond yet. It was unlikely Magnus cared much about Hayes.

That was the worry. I was afraid Magnus would lose patience and give up on Hayes, who had so much potential.

This was important, so Christopher and I rushed to see Magnus, sitting upright and waiting for him to speak.

Magnus got straight to the point. "I'm here to talk about Hayes."

I quickly said, "What happened last time was an accident. Hayes is usually very easy to work with, Mr. Callahan. Please reconsider…"

"If I've accepted a student, I won't just drop them!" Magnus interrupted, seeing my misunderstanding.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he mentioned taking Hayes to Rosewood City for classes.

I was a bit troubled. "We talked to Marlowe last time, and she wasn't keen on the idea."

But Christopher spoke up. "I'll handle it."

However, Marlowe had just been turned down by Christopher. If he wanted Marlowe to agree, I suspected Marlowe might demand a relationship in return.

Magnus, knowing Hayes's situation, proposed several alternatives.

If Hayes couldn't go, he could take online classes. It wasn't as effective as face-to-face, but it was a significant concession from Magnus.

I had misunderstood Magnus.

Christopher then brought up the matter of payment, and Magnus's face immediately darkened.

Just when I thought he was going to get angry, he said, "I know that price wouldn't have won the painting."

Later, Christopher explained that it wasn't about Magnus lacking the funds.

If people found out he accepted a painting from Christopher and then took Hayes as a student, they might think he could be bribed into accepting students, leading to future troubles.

Magnus's comment also implied that the painting was worth more than sixty million dollars. The starting bid was around that amount, and no rare item sold for the base price. Christopher must have paid a lot more.

"You have skills, but I hope you also have a conscience. I want my good opinion of businessmen to start with you," Magnus said, his attitude clearly changed.

I was happy for Christopher.

"I will, Magnus!" Christopher promised.

With the main issues settled, Magnus got up to leave. Knowing Cassius's playful nature, I decided to take him and Magnus out for some fun in Starlight City before they left.

Cassius was thrilled, and we spent the day shopping until evening.

As the car pulled up to Christopher's house, I was about to take Sunny back when Christopher suddenly said, "You go ahead. I'll bring your dog over later."

It seemed like he was rushing me off.

I thought something urgent had come up until I saw a luxury car parked at Christopher's house. I realized someone had come to see him.

"Alright, Mr. Collins, I'll head home."

I guessed it was someone from the Collins family. Thinking of the sly Faye, I shivered and tried to ignore the car, hurrying home.

But the person in the car anticipated my move and got out.

She smiled and said, "Ms. Turner, working late with the boss? Even though Christopher is my son, I won't allow him to overwork his employees."

She seemed to be looking out for me but was actually criticizing Christopher.

I should have kept her distance at this hour.

"Mr. Collins treats me well. There's no overworking," I suppressed my fear of Faye and replied firmly.

Faye smiled and had her driver hand me a dessert. "I heard you like this. Christopher bought it for you. He's considerate of his employees. You must be hungry by now. Have some."

I stood there, unsure whether to accept it or not.

Christopher spoke coldly. "If you know it's late, why waste Melinda's time?"

Faye remained calm, showing no sign of displeasure. "Christopher, you really care. Ms. Turner, you must feel it too?"

I realized Faye was testing me, just like she had with that photo.