Chapter 173: The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend


    "I don''t want to go against you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Don''t you think so? Miss


    Sanchez."


    She vaguely felt of herself falling into a trap by Vi as she heard the female voice from the other end


    of the call. There would be big trouble if she didn''t quit in time.


    Addison took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The reason you did this is to get back at Hayden


    and Joseph just because you feel yourself losing everything that you could have. Isn''t it just money?


    How much money do you want to end this? I can give it all to you."


    The person at the other end snorted, "I hope that you can say the same thing in front of Joseph."


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    "You…"


    "Do you still think you''re a kind person, Miss Sanchez?" Vi''s voice was oppressive, "Don''t you think I


    have helped you on getting yourself back with Joseph?"


    Addison was baffled as she recalled Joseph''s caring attitude during her stay in the hospital.


    Before she got married, Joseph treated her well, but she just took everything for granted back then.


    She could feel it only after being wronged out there. And now, he would only show such caring after


    she saved his son.


    Thinking about it left a sour taste in her mouth.


    "What else do you want from me?"


    Vi sneered on the call, hearing this, as if she had expected it, "Don''t worry. I won''t ask you to do


    anything. You just go ording to your n. Try to get Joseph back to you."


    Addison was speechless.


    After hanging up the phone, Addison was in a daze as she sat cross-legged on the hospital ward bed.


    Vi''s gloomy voice was lingering in her mind.


    …


    Jeff retrieved the dim sum chef, Arnold''s exact address from thepany''s staff profiles. Hayden


    followed the directions given, but she was to a locked door.


    A young graduate couple lived here for more than two months. ording to them, they only knew that


    thendy was a middle-aged woman, but her surname wasn''t Bevis. They didn''t know who Arnold


    Bevis was.


    Three dayster, after searching a few ces, Hayden got to inquire after Arnold on an ind in


    Zhangzhou City, "Arnold Bevis, the one that makes pastries, right? I know him."


    A dark-skinned fisherman just came back from the sea, carrying a bucket of oysters pried out from the


    reef wall. He was wiping his sweat off as he observed Hayden, "We live in the same vige and I heard


    that he just came back recently. What''s the matter?"


    "He is one of my colleague. He left something in thepany when he resigned. So thepany


    sends me here to return it to him."


    "You''re from the samepany?" The middle-aged man''s eyes lit up, showing his admiration to her, "I


    heard that Arnold Bevis worked as a chef in a high-ss hotel, and it''s well-known globally. Are you


    from that hotel too?"


    Hayden nodded, smiling.


    "Come. Follow me." The man was delighted and led Hayden into the vige enthusiastically.


    After walking along with the sparse vige houses for about ten minutes, they stopped at the door of a


    well-kept whitewashed courtyard. The gate was opened wide, and there were talking soundsing


    from the inside.


    "This is it. The Bevis family is huge. Arnold ''s brother lives in this building in the front. Walk in and say


    hello to his brother. Walking further is where he lives."


    The fisherman who led the way spoke in detail. They chatted about a lot of things in the vige along


    their way. And Hayden probably had an understanding of Arnold''s family status in her mind.


    His family was wealthy, with two brothers, and his aged mother was still alive and quite strong. But, his


    wife was ill, and they had no children. Baron from the hotel was like a half-adopted son to him, and they


    had a good rtionship.


    Hayden thanked him and walked towards the yard.


    The people in the yard didn''t notice hering in. The corridor was the only shady ce, with a few


    men standing there, surrounding a dark yellow cab.


    A very tall man in a suit among the people had his hand on the cab, observing it.


    He was most likely here to buy old furniture by looking at his appearance.


    "Hey. What are you doing here?"


    A middle-aged woman''s harsh voice sounded behind Hayden. She turned around and saw someone


    stared at her warily, observing her.


    Hayden exined, "Madam, may I ask if Arnold Bevis lives here?"


    The woman waved her hand, "What do you mean? You''re looking for the wrong ce. Hurry up and


    leave. We have guests here."


    Hayden had confirmed that Arnold lived here from the woman''s dodging eyes. Hayden was in no hurry


    as she thanked her and left the Bevis house as intended by the woman.


    After a while, the two men who were looking at the furniture in the Bevis house hade out.


    The man who looked like an assistant held out his hand and gestured out a number, "Mr. Sanchez,


    they are asking for this price. If it''s really made of rosewood, it wouldn''t be considered as expensive for


    such a price. But I''m unsure about it."


    "Did you take the pictures?"


    "Yes. I have sent it to Mr. Davis as soon as we came out just now. But Mr. Davis said that he can''t tell


    anything from just looking at the pictures. Do you need him toe over here?"


    "Need not." The man frowned, "Mr. Davis is getting older and weaker. No need to let hime."


    "Alright."


    As they walked along the bluestone bridge, someone was standing in front of them, "Are you two


    uncertain with the quality of the bureau?"


    The two of them stared at her. The man who seemed like an assistant frowned, "Who are you?"


    "I was at the Bevis house just now and I saw that bureau too. But you guys didn''t notice me." Hayden


    smiled and said evenly, "I was going to buy that bureau but I saw that you were there first, so I didn''t


    intend to take it from you. But it seems that you didn''t have a deal. If you don''t want it, I''ll go over to buy


    it then."


    "For you to buy?" The assistant snorted, "We can''t even sure about the quality of that bureau. You''re


    still young and how much you know about it? I bet you''re a capper hired by the Bevis family."


    "What if I tell you that buying it with that price is a no-lose deal."


    Hayden''s determined tone had gained the boss''s attention. The boss spoke in a low voice, "How can


    you guarantee it from just looking at it in a distance?"


    "I think I just had a nce at it. But it is what I see. My grandfather has his lifetime collecting antique


    furniture. The rocking chair that I used to sleep on since young was made of rosewood too. There''s


    plenty of antique furniture in my home. So it''s easy looking at this."


    Hayden was confident of saying this because it was indeed her experience during her childhood. Her


    grandfather was an antique collector. She knew that the bureau was something good at first sight.


    Seeing that the man was still hesitating, she went on to exin, "It''s colour is good, with not a single


    crack on it and it''s preserved well too. The table legs are not even cut too. Such a perfect rosewood


    bureau is running out. You should know that when a thing is scarce, it''s precious."


    The man looked at her thoughtfully, "What''s your purpose telling me this?"