"Thank you," Lysandre understood the root cause of overcoming his inner demons. This ti, he confidently approached Amalia, and no longer letting a little pride stand in his way.
"What did I do?" Amalia countered.
Lysandre’s mouth twitched. It was precisely this indifferent attitude that unintentionally created a distance between them, particularly in the art of artifact refining. That’s why sotis he found Amalia irkso.
"Thank you for helping see things clearly. Even though you might not realize it, I still want to express my gratitude."
When his parents had approached earlier, he hadn’t fully grasped the situation. It was Amalia’s final words that clarified everything. Out of decency and reason, this word of thanks was well-deserved.
Amalia said, "Congratulations."
Lysandre broke into a radiant smile.
"Um, sorry..." an awkward voice suddenly interrupted.
Lysandre turned to see a familiar face. Instantly recognizing him, he mockingly remarked, "Isn’t this Mr. Quentin who once criticized for lacking skills? What brings you back here? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t co again?"
Mr. Quentin appeared embarrassed and uneasy. He vividly rembered the previous encounter and he wouldn’t have co here if he had any other choice.
"Last ti, I underestimated your abilities. Please forgive this ti. You were right; I shouldn’t have let the child play with the artifact. I was wrong, and I won’t dare to do it again. Three artifacts at ho are broken, and I can’t figure out why. I’ve sought other artificers, but none could fix them," Mr. Quentin spoke nervously while stealing glances at Amalia, his face was flushed.
Amalia, being indifferent, usually doesn’t pay much attention about other people and wouldn’t have noticed Mr. Quentin’s gaze. She simply returned to her ownstall.
Lysandre was a bit surprised. He knew Mr. Quentin often let his child play with the family’s artifacts. Their child was unruly, and often throwing tantrums.
The adults at ho indulged the child, and softening whenever there was trouble. But Lysandre’s comnt was just casual; he didn’t have a hundred percent certainty about it.
However, Amalia was different; he rembered her explicit statent at that ti.
"So, all three artifacts that were damaged were because they were played with by the child?" Lysandre inquired.
Mr. Quentin nodded apologetically. "One of the artifacts I wasn’t sure about until I got ho and found it damaged."
Damaging three artifacts in succession was sothing their family couldn’t afford, no matter how wealthy they were. If things didn’t work out, he’d have to muster the courage to co here. Amalia had spoken those words confidently; he hoped she could fix them.
"Let see." Lysandre’s mindset had changed. He was less concerned about Mr. Quentin’s previous words.
"Thank you, Lysandre," Mr. Quentin expressed gratitude, He had anticipating a cold reception. But, Lysandre overlooking past grievances made him regret his previous behavior even more.
Inspecting the artifacts, Lysandre noticed severe internal damage while the surface showed minimal signs, as if soone had deliberately damaged them from inaide.
Altough he’d encountered this situation before, if there had been a solution, he wouldn’t have argued with Mr. Quentin earlier. "I’m afraid I can’t repair this."
Mr. Quentin looked disappointed. Those three artifacts had cost him over ten million. They were running out of liquid assets at ho, now pinning their hopes on Amalia. With an uneasy expression, he glanced at Amalia, and vividly rembering her previous statent.
"Mr. Lysandre, could you please intercede for ?" Mr. Quentin refrained from approaching Amalia, he was intimidated by her cold and stern expression.
"I’m sorry, but I can’t help you either. Let give you so advice. When facing Ms. Vanquez, it’s best to lower your attitude. The more arrogant you are, the more she can outdo you." Lysandre returned the artifacts to Mr. Quentin.
If Amalia also didn’t give him face, how could he salvage the situation? His level of concern for his reputation wasn’t any less than Mr. Quentin’s.
Mr. Quentin was in a dilemma. He cared about his reputation too, but the artifacts were more important than his pride. Eventually, he mustered the courage to go over, and in a hesitant voice, he said, "Ms. Vanquez, I was wrong last ti. You were right. I didn’t listen to your advice. I... I was foolish. My son has destroyed three artifacts, and our family can’t bear such a huge loss anymore. Please, please forgive this ti!"
Following Lysandre’s advice, Mr. Quentin kept lowering his stance, fearing that Amalia might still hold a grudge from the last incident.
"To repair one artifact, it’s at least a million." Amalia maintained a businesslike tone despite the high price.
Mr. Quentin was thrilled. "So, you forgive ?"
Amalia glanced at him. "Here, as long as you can afford the price."
Mr. Quentin’s expression stiffened. If this were the case, wouldn’t it an he was deceived by Lysandre? All the humility was just to deceive him.
Lysandre wore a smug smile. He not only cared about his reputation but also held grudges.
Although Mr. Quentin outwardly felt indignant, deep down, he understood. He paid the deposit without much ado, handed over the three artifacts to Amalia, and went ho at ease.
Initially, Mr. Quentin ca to Amalia based on a rumor circulating among the wealthy second-generation in Big Apple City. They spoke of a skilled artificer called Ms. Vanquez. Only later did he realize this Ms. Vanquez was the sa person he had criticized before.
He regretted it deeply.
Two days later, Mr. Quentin returned to collect the artifacts, and bringing soone along with him.
"Ms. Vanquez, this is my friend, you can call him Mr. Carnales. He wishes to have one of his artifacts to be repaired by you." Mr. Quentin’s gaze fell upon the artifacts placed on Amalia’s stall.
They were his artifacts, and at a glance, he could tell they had all been repaired. His interest grew stronger.
"Hello, Master Vanquez." The middle-aged man stepped forward, pulling out a business card from his pocket and handed it over.
"This is my card. Mr. Quentin had been ntioned your exceptional skills in repairing artifacts, so he brought here. I hope I’m not intruding."
Amalia glanced at the card. The man’s na was Martin Carnales, and his profession was listed as a real estate developer. She didn’t recognize him, but Lysandre knew him.
"Mr. Carnales, please wait a mont." Amalia casually placed the business card aside and turned to Mr. Quentin.
"These are your artifacts. Check if there are any other issues. If not, you can settle the remaining paynt."
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