Chapter 242 Dare to Speak the Truth
Winona asked alertly, "What's the matter?"
Seeing her defensive posture, the driver knew she was startled by his appearance. He hurriedly explained, "Miss, please don't misunderstand. I'm not a bad person; I have no ill intentions. Just now, the service center called me, and Mr. Bailey transferred 5,000 dollars to me. They asked me to stop at the phone store, buy you a phone, and exchange the remaining money for cash for you."
In fact, it was 5,800 dollars, with 800 dollars supposedly for his trouble.
What a generous customer, iving so much money for such a small matter! He hoped he could met such customers everyday.
Winona was at aloss for words.
Needless to say, it was Zachary.
The taxi stopped in front of the phone store, and Winona reached for the door. Zachary's reimbursement to her should not go to waste; while her last phone was purchased by him, she had transferred money to him. It wasn't her responsibility that he didn't receive her money.
"Wait," the driver hurriedly locked the door to stop her. "Before buying the phone, the other party asked me to ask you a question."
Winona. "What?"
"What's his name."
Winona was speechless. Didn't he say his surname was Bailey?
"What’s wrong with him?"
The driver chuckled nervously, "I'm afraid I might make a mistake. After all, the front desk just described your appearance to me. It's just to be sure, Miss. Give me a favor, so I can do my job."
After the driver finished speaking, he secretly opened the phone's recording app.
Winona was unaware of this. She just thought Zachary was truly shameless.
But the driver was still looking at her with a pleading expression, hands clasped together in front of her.
Gritting her teeth, Winona squeezed out, "Zachary."
"Yes," the driver smiled happily, sending the recording to the front desk. Let's go buy the phone. Mr. Bailey said you can buy it at any price. If it's not enough, he'll transfer more money to you."
Winona chose the same model as before, but she needed her ID to get a SIM card, and her ID was in her bag at the vacation resort.
She had forgotten about this.
After buying the phone, the driver went to the ATM next door and withdrew three thousand dollars in cash for her.
Winona borrowed his phone to call Zachary, asking him to have a colleague bring her bag back to the office. It wasn't that she insisted on going the extra mile, but she only remembered his number. She did recall Matthew's number previously, but he changed it after returning to his homeland.
Zachary said, "Okay."
Before Zachary could say more, Winona had already hung up.
With the fare in hand, Winona decided not to go to Rebecca's store. She hadn't showered since getting caught in the rain last night and felt uncomfortable all over.
She called Rebecca, "Rebecca, I won't come over. I'll go back and take a shower first."
Rebecca said, "Didn't you say you didn't have money for the fare?"
"I have money now, but the process is a bit complicated. I'll get my card replaced and call you later to explain in detail."
After hanging up, Rebecca looked at the man in front of her with annoyance. "Mr. Lewis, can you be straightforward? You've been staring at these two things for so long."
Rebecca had overslept today, and with the staff on leave. She didn't expect the first customer she greeted upon opening the store to be Anthony, who had almost landed her in jail.
What an awful coincidence!.
Anthony asked, "Which one of these is authentic?"
Rebecca casually glanced over. "Sorry, both are fake."
Rebecca had no intention of selling anything to Anthony. Authenticating antiques took a lot of work, and even experienced artisans could make mistakes after decades of work. Moreover, she was just a young woman in her twenties.
If, by chance, she mistakenly accepted counterfeit goods and unknowingly sold them as genuine, others would certainly consider it a costly mistake. The norms of the antique industry aligned with this occurrence; however, if the buyer happened to be Anthony, a thoroughly dishonorable individual, he would undoubtedly take legal action that could lead to her business closure and cause her significant financial losses.
Anthony looked up, his gaze falling on Rebecca, who was fake-smiling at him. "Isn't this an antique shop you're running?"
"Serious" She walked to the window, pushed open the antique casement window, and pointed her finger. "This street has 178 antique shops. If you can find genuine antiques in each one, I can twist my head off and use it as a stool for you."
Anthony, who had no failures in the legal field, was mocked into speechlessness.
"Do you know why there are no counterfeit goods on Antique Street? Because everyone knows they are fake, and the real ones are displayed in museums. Here, if you want to come across a genuine item of good quality and age, it's not just a sky-high price, but it also requires extreme luck. But if you're looking for something modern of average quality, I can still get it for you."
Anthony chuckled, but his eyes remained indifferent. "Miss Davis sure dares to speak the truth."
Rebecca was puzzled.
He took out a black recorder from his suit pocket, which was a habit of lawyers who carry them everywhere, especially in such high-value transactions, fearing trouble obtaining evidence later. "If I were to report you, would your antique shop have to be renamed a replica shop?"
Rebecca cursed him in her heart; she should have believed in fortune-telling today, not opening the door for business.
Winona finished her bath, turned on a popular drama to pass the time, and sat cross-legged on the sofa, snacking.
At half past five in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door.
Winona set down the half-eaten corn snack and hurried to the door. Before she reached the door, she heard Zachary's voice from outside. "It's me, delivering your package."
Winona peeked through the peephole and indeed saw the man holding her bag.
She opened the door a crack. "Thank you."
Zachary looked at the fair arm reaching towards him and didn't hand over the bag.
Winona waved her hand up and down. "Give it to me; Don't be sluugish."
She hid most of her body behind the door, revealing only a small part of her shoulder, from which he could tell she was wearing a night skirt.
Zachary's Adam's apple bobbed. "I came all this way to deliver your bag. Shouldn't you thank me? Like, invite me for a meal or something?"
Winona thought for a moment. "Wait."
With that, she closed the door.
Listening to the fading footsteps inside, Zachary smirked, a hint of warmth subtly present in his cold voice. "Don't wear those provoking clothes."
A few minutes later, the door opened again, but just like before, only a crack.
Winona handed out several bills, "Let me treat you to a meal."
She wanted to give him more; after all, he drove over in a million-dollar car to deliver a bag; the gas alone cost more than this.
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