Chapter 404: Chapter 404

Carlin the Wizard cried out, "I really don’t understand witchcraft, Gerard only pays me 3,000 Euros each time, while those Chinese are willing to fork out 30,000 as soon as they get involved. For the sake of money, I would never help Gerard. I am one of us, I am one of us!!!"

Behind the one-way mirror.

An official said to Asier Laty, "Your Eminence, what he’s saying is consistent with what the Dutch investigation we hired revealed. Should we let him go? A swindler seems to be harmless."

Asier Laty remained silent.

Huang Kaiwen had been seriously injured in front of fans all over the world.

If there were no heresy at work, wouldn’t it seem like he is useless?

He even brought out the holy relic casket, and Huang Kaiwen still suffered hearing loss, so how could there not be heresy involved? Impossible!!!

There must be heresy, and it’s exceedingly wicked!

Turning this incident into a movie would surely require the kind of budget that only a big Hollywood production could afford.

The war against heresy was something to include in memoirs when he returned.

Asier Laty spoke out, "He’s concealed himself well, I can feel that everything he’s saying is a lie. We absolutely cannot let him go; a massive evil force must be behind him."

"But the Catalans are protesting."

The official said cautiously.

Catalonia had always wanted to secede.

They might not care about this Carlin, but they wouldn’t miss any chance to protest.

"Then reveal the evil wizard’s incriminating evidence. Whoever protests next, make them out to be his accomplice. Have the newspapers report on it, and the Vatican will provide you with support," said Cardinal Asier Laty.

"As you wish, Your Eminence."

Cardinal Asier Laty had lost interest in watching any longer and turned to leave with his guards.

Once everything settled down, he would leave Spain and return to Milan.

The young mistress woke Huang Kaiwen up early in the morning.

Groggy, Huang Kaiwen sat up in bed, rubbed his face vigorously with one hand, and asked, "Why do we have to get up so early? I’m injured, you know!"

He had just activated [High Priest], and he gained 20 [Fate Points].

He’d taken a bullet for Inzaghi.

Though it was just a minor injury, considering Inzaghi’s age, unlike what Huang Kaiwen thought, Inzaghi’s injuries could impact his career.

Maldini’s situation was probably similar.

That being said, winning some money off Inzaghi wasn’t a bad deal for him. Maybe with the Yellow Ball King’s protection, Inzaghi could even play a couple more years, regaining his losses through salary.

"Today’s auction starts in the afternoon, so we need to head to London early," said the young mistress with a smile, pressing her forehead to Huang Kaiwen’s.

"Alright, we’re not going through the whole suit-fitting ordeal this time, right?"

Huang Kaiwen asked as he threw off the covers and got out of bed.

It really irked him to keep handing over money to that old tailor.

A few months’ delay for one article of clothing, and he’d swipe tens of thousands from Huang himself. No thief could rob that quickly.

"No, not this time. The tailors in Madrid aren’t up to par. After we attend the auction, we can have a few made in London. The word ’bespoke’ was coined in Savile Row, after all. The British are quite skilled at making clothing," said the young mistress.

"You’re the boss," said Huang Kaiwen as he headed to the bathroom.

Choosing formal wear was one of the young mistress’s pleasures, and Huang Kaiwen couldn’t deprive her of that joy.

"We will also meet a few people tonight. Besides Ferrari Chairman Luca di Montezemolo and Vice-Chairman Piero Ferrari, there will be quite a few others attending the auction," the young mistress added.

"Did you enlist their help?" Huang Kaiwen inquired.

This was the young mistress’s strategy.

Before opening the store, they planned to auction off some of the Yellow Ball King’s artworks to stir up interest. Then, riding the wave of maximum enthusiasm, launch Kevin’s tea shop in multiple locations simultaneously.

"My dear, don’t sell yourself short; many people are interested in your work," the young mistress said, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t argue.

The Mastery talents like [Painting Mastery] and [Photography Mastery] simply meant he became proficient in techniques, but art relied on the artist’s state of mind and inspiration. How could Huang Kaiwen, preoccupied with worldly affairs, create anything noteworthy?

He was well aware of this reality.

After the young mistress helped Huang Kaiwen get dressed in his suit, the two of them called for three taxis along with their bodyguards and headed to the airport.

Having someone drive them back was unnecessary trouble.

"Neo, your daughter won an award recently, didn’t she?" Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.

"Yes, she did," the fierce bodyguard Neo replied, his face softening with a genuine smile at the mention of his daughter.

Turning to Huang Kaiwen, he said, "She’s a huge fan of yours, Mr. Kevin. The autograph from last time excited her for quite a while, and she performed exceptionally well at the competition. I promised I’d bring her one of your signed jerseys next time."

"One? Bring her a few more," Huang Kaiwen said approvingly, nodding his head.

That’s what a good employee looks like, with his whole family being supporters.

"Darling, Adriana called this morning; she’s 15 weeks pregnant and we’ve confirmed it’s another boy!" the young mistress said with a laugh.

"Really?!" Huang Kaiwen exclaimed, turning to ask.

"Of course, the Maldini family is going to welcome a new life soon."

"That’s just wonderful," Huang Kaiwen remarked sincerely.

The eldest son had already gone astray.

The second son was ambitious, but his talent was limited.

Now with Paul Maldini expecting a third child, perhaps this one might inherit his No. 3 jersey.

Counting back 15 weeks, Huang Kaiwen realized it was around the World Cup period.