Chapter 115 End Of Career

"It's most unfortunate that Miss Atelier committed such a grievous crime of making a counterfeit," he announced. "It dishonors Napoleon's legacy greatly and is a serious offense to the Blackwell dynasty." While he spoke the words, he pawed at the velvet box and pocketed it. 'I did it!' Robbie thought. 'The market price for this ring is about one hundred fifty million. However, I could sell it on the black market for one billion dollars!" Burly guards from around the hall converged on Carol and her family. Alexander's fury was about to smite them. Loud footsteps echoed as someone came running down the staircase. In a few seconds, the Head Butler, Rollo, appeared. "Mr. Blackwell.." he addressed Alexander. "You have an important call." "Who is it?" The old man asked. "Can't you see we are in the middle of something? Tell them to wait!" "But sir…" Rollo mumbled anxiously, holding up the phone. He approached Alexander, stooped, and whispered a few words in his ear. The old man's eyes widene