The Tyrant Billionaire

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 France WW2 Art Collection

He wished he could see the child's birth, but he feared he wouldn't have the chance. He had offended people he shouldn't have. They were so powerful that they had tracked him down so quickly.

"I'm leaving. Take good care of the child."

Victor turned and walked out quickly, not daring to delay. The other party had only given him 3 minutes. He feared that if he was late, Tracy might be in danger.

"Victor~!"

The woman sensed something was wrong and called out.

Victor didn't look back and left quickly.

The woman put down the spatula and ran to the door, just in time to see her husband get into a black car. The car door closed and drove away quickly.

Inside the car.

Henry coldly looked at Victor.

"Where is the check?"

Victor hurriedly took out the check and handed it over.

Henry examined the check carefully and, confirming it was correct, pocketed it.

After that, Henry ignored Victor.

The car was very quiet, and Victor didn't know what the other party would do to him. Would they kill him and bury his body, or throw him into the sea to feed the fish?

He felt his chances of survival were slim.

The car drove to the airport, and he was taken onto a plane. He noticed that everyone on the plane was dressed in black, all with solemn expressions, indicating they were not to be trifled with.

To mobilize so many people and charter a plane to capture him was a big deal. How much did it cost? He doubted ten thousand dollars would be enough.

The plane took off, and Victor sat quietly, his heart pounding, not knowing what cruel methods these people would use against him.

Did he have a chance to survive?

To be honest, No one wants to die.

Victor didn't want to die either. During the journey, he kept thinking about how to survive.

The plane landed at Los Angeles Airport, and he was taken to a familiar place.

The auction company.

Seeing the sign, Victor felt a chill in his heart.

This was not the first time Victor came to Elena's general manager's office. He had come here several times before. The beautiful young woman boss was very enthusiastic towards him. There was also a French girl who was the general manager's assistant.

Who would he meet this time?

Victor was taken into the office, where he saw Elena and Irina. Beside them stood a young man, whom Victor guessed was the owner of the auction company.

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Henry walked up to Hardy. "Boss, the person is here, and I brought back the check," he said, taking the check out and handing it over.

Hardy looked at the check and then handed it to Elena, smiling, "See, it's resolved."

Elena took the check and gave Victor a resentful look, saying through gritted teeth, "Mr. Leo, doing such things can get you to jail."

Hearing this, Victor felt a bit relieved, thinking that being jailed was the best outcome. He feared he wouldn't even have the chance to go to prison.

Hardy glanced at Victor and said to Henry, "Take him away."

Victor knew that the next step might be his disposal. His chances of survival seemed slim.

He didn't want to die.

During the journey, Victor had been thinking about how to survive.

Hearing Hardy tell Henry to take him away, he hurriedly called out, "Sir, Miss Elena, please give me another chance."

Elena still harbored resentment and said angrily, "You cheated me out of my money. You should be handed over to the police to serve a prison sentence."

"Sir, Miss Elena, I know I offended you. I regret it very much. But I have news about paintings and artworks. If this matter is handled well, it could lead to a large batch of famous paintings artworks that you could acquire very cheaply."

Victor spoke urgently.

Hardy looked at him, unsure if he was lying to save his life. "What news do you have?"

Victor breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had a chance if they were willing to listen.

"The previous story about the artworks was indeed a lie I made up, but it was inspired by a real event."

"On the cruise ship that I came to the United States from France, a roommate told me something. After the Germans attacked France, they looted gold, jewelry and various artworks."

"Finding and collecting these artworks requires some professionals. Some people became French traitors and specialized in helping the Germans do this. That person said he knew a man named Debrand Hill, who was originally the head of a small local museum in France. After the Germans came, he chose to surrender."

"The Germans knew his ability and asked him to help collect artworks. During the occupation of France, many people fled in a hurry. Things like oil paintings could not be moved at all, so they were abandoned in mansions and galleries."

"It is said that in those years, Hill helped the Germans collect thousands of famous oil paintings, and this work never stopped. Later, the war situation changed. After Hill got a batch of famous paintings, he hid them according to the instructions of the Germans. Later, Hill also disappeared."

"The person who told me about this said that Hill was afraid that the new France government would investigate what he had done, so he fled early. It seems that he fled to the United States. Over the years, I have been tracking down Hill's whereabouts, hoping to find him."

"Sir, Miss Elena, if we can find that Hill, we can find the buried artworks, which is definitely a valuable treasure."

Hardy looked at this guy and said lightly: "Do you think you can make me let you go with such a fictitious story!"

Victor also knew that his information was of little value, so he quickly said: "Sir, I have a photo of Hill. Although it is very difficult to find him, it is a hope after all."

"I am willing to do my best to find that Hill. After finding him, the treasure will belong to you completely. It can be regarded as my apology. it is more valuable than killing me, don't you think?"

Victor looked at Hardy with a pleading look on his face.

Hearing the word "kill," Elena shivered slightly and looked at Hardy. She initially thought Hardy meant sending Victor to the police.

It seemed she was still too naive.