My Formidable Husband

Chapter 98

Chapter 98 A Talk With Merrick

“Nonsense! Fabio wanted to scald my husband, but he was shocked when my husband found out,”

Julianna refuted.

“I don’t care who ruined it, but you have to come up with a way to deal with this in half an hour’s time. If

I’m discontented with your plan, I’m sure you know what I’ll do.”

Merrick snorted and left the room. However, he left the six burly men outside of the room, clearly

meaning to make sure that the people inside the room would not make a run for it.

Douglas whispered, “Mr. Little, what do we do now?”

“How am I supposed to know? He’s mad. The least you can do right now is to get enough money to

compensate Mr. Songsmith. You can’t possibly break his things and refuse to pay up, right?” Owen

grumbled.

“Right, right. Mr. Little, how much does this cost?” Fabian asked tensely.

“He spent over three million to get this painting. It’s been years since the purchase, so I guess it’s

around seven or eight million now,” Owen replied nonchalantly.

“S-Seven or eight million?”

Owen’s words frightened the Murrays. Even the colors had drained out of Douglas’ face. He knew that

the painting was expensive, but he never thought that it would be that costly.

“What? That darn painting costs millions?” Fabio was dumbfounded. Seven to eight million isn’t a small

amount at all!

Christopher sneered inwardly. Although Merrick’s painting was not the best painting he had seen, he

knew that it would still be worth around five to six million.

“Dad, what do we do now?” Fabio could only turn to Fabian.

Fabian gritted his teeth and whipped his head to the side to glare at Frank. “Your son-in-law was the

one who pushed my son. If not for him, my son wouldn’t have crashed into the painting. You should be

the ones paying for this. If you don’t have the money for this, you still have Dragon Valley. Weren’t you

planning to sell the plot of land to Centurion Corporation? Use that instead!” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“Oh, that’s a good idea. Our boss might like that.” Owen nodded in approval. He, too, knew about

Centurion Corporation and Dragon Valley.

However, Frank was even more appalled. Dragon Valley was his chance to turn the tables. If he were

to use that as compensation, he would be doomed for the rest of his life.

“Look, even Mr. Little has nodded in agreement. Uncle Frank, this is originally Christopher’s fault.

Besides, the land at Dragon Valley was initially a gift from our family. You won’t be losing out by using

that as compensation,” Scarlett said.

Frank was desperate as he yelled, “No, no, no! No one’s going to take this plot of land from me! I’m not

the one who pushed your son, and I’m not the one who crashed against the glass. You can do

whatever you like, but don’t you dare lay a finger on my land.”

Fabian stared at Christopher icily and uttered, “Fine. Then let Christopher pay up.”

“Me? I didn’t even touch Fabio. Besides, didn’t you just collect one of Titian’s early paintings, Uncle

Fabian? I’m certain that Mr. Songsmith will be interested in that,” Christopher said with a sneer.

“Keep dreaming! You were the one who pushed my son. At most, we’ll split the fee,” Fabian uttered.

If they were to split the compensation fee, then each family would only have to come up with over two

million. Fabian was fine with that. On the other hand, although Frank had a plot of land at Dragon

Valley and a contract with Centurion Corporation, money was something he did not have. The one

million from an earlier incident was already driving Frank and the others mad, let alone over two million.

At that thought, Fabian smirked. He could use the opportunity to sneakily buy Frank’s plot of land at a

low price.

Meanwhile, Douglas’ heart lurched when he heard that they were going to split the fee. If things were to

go that way, he would have to fork up two million himself when the destruction of the painting had

nothing to do with him at all.

Douglas did not want to lose two million just because of Scarlett. Two million was no small amount—he

could have used two million to court a minor celebrity instead.

“Um, let me discuss this with Mr. Songsmith again. Let me find out if there’s another way around this,”

Douglas piped up.

“Yes, yes. Go on, Douglas,” Scarlett urged, remembering that her boyfriend knew Merrick.

Hearing that, Douglas heaved a sigh of relief and dashed out of the room. Have a talk with Merrick? I’m

no madman.

As there were many people around, it was inconvenient for Christopher to phone Diane. So he said,

“I’m gonna head out too and see if I can get someone.”