His Beloved Mate

Jasper's eyes turned cold in an instant. Johnson knew that he couldn't offer a higher price anymore.

Jasper just kept silent and clenched his fists for several minutes.

The auctioneer shouted, "One billion! Is there a price higher than one billion?

"...... One billion and three times! Deal! The final winner of the painting A Midsummer Night's Dream is Dylan! Let's congratulate Mr. Dylan!

Hardly had the auctioneer's voice faded away, thunderous applause broke out. Simon wrote the check and soon someone took the painting down.

The auctioneer smiled and said, "Tonight, we will send someone to deliver the A Midsummer Night's Dream to West Mountain Linyu"

The moment the price was announced, Cassie was totally petrified.

Damn it! Did he really spend one billion to buy that painting?!

In the car

It was still unbelievable for Cassie. Her throat rolled up and down and she said to Dylan foolishly, "Capitalist, pinch me. Is that true?"

Frowning, Dylan narrowed his eyes and looked at her in disgust.

Was she afraid of him going bankrupt?

Cassie smiled sheepishly. Dylan said slowly, "Mrs. Cassie, your husband can bid for a painting worth one billion dollars. So, you don't have to put on a face, feel like that you may be homeless tomorrow because I have bidden the painting."

After saying that, he deliberately rubbed Cassie's head.

Hearing that, Cassie looked at him and nodded dully.

She wasn't afraid of being homeless tomorrow. She just thought it was an exaggeration that Dylan had really spent one billion on this painting for her. In fact, on a second thought, there weren't many of Morsan's paintings. If he bought it now, it would be able to increase in value in the future.

Cassie comforted herself in this way, trying to reduce the guilt in the bottom of her heart.

When they got home, someone had already sent the painting A Midsummer Night's Dream to them.

Carter asked, "Mr. Dylan, shall we place it in the art gallery as well?"

Dylan nodded and said, "Yes."

Confused, Cassie asked in surprise, "Is there an art gallery at home?!"

Damn it! How inhuman! No wonder she thought the West Mountain Linyu was big. It turned out that there was everything here!

Was she really stupid?

Dylan looked at her strangely, "Mrs. Cassie..."

Cassie said in a hurry, "I! I really don't know this time. Carter didn't tell me there is an art gallery in our home! "

Carter smiled awkwardly, "It's my fault. I didn't tell Mrs. Cassie."

Hearing this, Cassie became interested. She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Capitalist, can you take me to see the art gallery?"

The art gallery was located in the north of the West Mountain Linyu. It didn't take long after Cassie finished eating the midnight snack. She was a little full at first, but now it seemed that she had digested the food when she walked over. She felt much better. Guards were patrolling at the door of the art gallery. Seeing that Dylan and Cassie were coming, they bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Mr. Dylan and Mrs. Cassie."

"Mr. Dylan and Mrs. Cassie are here to have a look. You don't have to be so nervous," said Cheryl with a smile.

The guards nodded. Cheryl took out the key chain and opened a red wooden door.

Cassie thought that she would be able to pass through the door, but she didn't expect that there were still several doors inside. She could not count how many doors had they went through before they walked to a door with a password lock.

"The password is correct."

A mechanical female voice came through, and a red ray of violet swept across Dylan's face. With a click, the door opened.

Damn it! How ridiculous?!

It seemed that there were a lot of treasures hidden here. Otherwise, how could they be so strictly guarded?!

The light of the art gallery was on, and there was a huge cylindrical wall inside. As soon as they entered the door, they saw countless jewelry in the glass window. On one wall, there were full of crowns and jewelry, which looked very expensive. The light shone on these jewelry, instantly making the room shining.

The corners of Cassie's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that Dylan really had hidden a golden mountain at home.

But why did he collect so many crowns and jewelry besides music box and the hair rope?!

She couldn't hide anything in her heart, so she asked foolishly, "Capitalist, why do you collect so many crowns and jewelry?"

Did she want to interfere in his business?

It occurred to Dylan that he had promised her not to scold her anymore, so he looked at her and said, "Girls like these kind of things, don't you? Since you like it, you can have a look."

Cassie muttered in a low voice, "Just let me have a look?"

Frowning, Dylan asked with interest, "or what?

She rubbed her hands, "Look! You have so many crowns. Can I...? "

Cassie didn't go on, but raised her eyebrows and looked at Dylan with a cunning smile.

Knowing what she meant, Dylan smiled and said, "I've told you, mine is yours."

His was hers.

Cassie giggled, "Oh, I was just kidding. She often had dreams when she was a child. She dreamed that she become a princess when she woke up. So she was still attracted to the crown. What's more, these crowns are usually collected and appreciated. It won't be worn very often."

Hearing what she said, Dylan thought about something.

The person who followed in had hung up the painting A Midsummer Night's Dream. Dylan gave her a key and took her hand into another room.

Being held by his big palm gently, she felt at ease. She giggled. "What are you doing?"

Without saying anything, Dylan just tapped on the computer and pulled her to stand in front of the camera. The red light swept over her face.

After a long while, Dylan said, "I recorded your information into the system. If you have nothing to do at home in the future, you can come here at any time. Of course, if you want to attend a banquet in the future, you can wear the crown here if you like. "

Feeling excited, Cassie chuckled and said, "Thank you."

They walked out of the art gallery. The moonlight made their figures slender.

The moon was beautiful tonight.

The second day, the news that Dylan had bidden the painting A Midsummer Night's Dream for Cassie spread all over the Internet.

There were all kinds of saying, but most of them were saying, "All dote on Dylan's wife."

Sitting in the dressing room and reading the comments on her phone, Betty couldn't help feeling sad.

"Betty, bad news."

When Malcolm came in from outside, Betty was already annoyed. She put away her phone, looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"We had a talk with the director of 100 Days of Sweet Love. He said that as long as you went to the audition, you will play the role of Rafael. But somehow, he changed her mind and replaced you with a new actress!"