Chapter46 Ore Trading Conference

"It was just a tripped fuse in the basement. Maybe something in your house short-circuited, so if this happens again, check if the fuse tripped!" Westfield brushed off the dlust from his hands,reminding Frances as they walked up the stairs from her New Falls's basement.

"Christiannk you so much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known what to do. You even fixed the circuit for me! How about I buy you lunch?" Frances was sitting on the sofa in the living room while dabbing her scraped arm with ointment after changing into a white dress.

"No need, it was just a small favor! Autumnheights head back now!" Westfield brightened up, thinking that this woman looked quite beautiful in a dress. However, he wasn't in the mood to appreciate a beautiful woman right now; he was eager to go back and continue what he was doing!

"Wait..." Unexpectedly, despite her many hints, Westfield was still oblivious. Frances quickly stood up and called out to him.

"Is there something else?” Westfield furrowed his brow, seeming dissatisfied with Frances taking up his time.

"I still don't know your name." Frances laughed bitterly. It was the first time she had encountered a man who wasn't immediately at her feet.

"It's Spring Town." Westfield concealed his real name. This woman mentioned that she had seen him at the New Falls gate before, and he didn't want to complicate matters.

"Spring Town... Alright then, are you interested in minerals? I'm attending a mineral trading conference this afternoon. If you're free,you could tag along...”

"How about I buy you a piece of ore as a token of gratitude?"Frances extended an invitation to Westfield.

"Are you talking about mineral gambling?" Westfield's interest was immediately piqued.

"Christiant's right. You seem interested, so how about I pick you up at

the entrance after lunch?" Frances noticed Westfield's hesitation and had a sudden idea.

"Do you know a lot about the industry?" Westfield was instantly intrigued as he was struggling to figure out the bead's origins

"I personally own a jewelry company, so I have some knowledge about gemstones!" Frances modestly explained.

"Then, could you help me identify this bead's material?" Westfield said as he took out the bead from his chest pouch.

“Oh,it's blue and has a very unique texture. If it weren't transparent, I would've suspected it was artificial. I'm sorry,but I don't know either! Maybe you can come with me to the mineral trading fair and someone there might recognize this!"

Frances looked at it for a while but couldn't make sense of it.Helplessly, she returned the bead to Westfield while inviting him.

"Consider it an opportunity to broaden your horizons!" she smiled at him, hoping he'd give in.

"Here's my number, so give me a call before you leave." Westfield hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed, leaving his phone number with Frances before leaving.

"What an interesting young man!" Watching Westfield return to his New Falls from her own yard. Frances had a faint smile.

But soon, she remembered what had just happened and a trace of worry flashed through her eyes.

Back in his room, Westfield couldn't wait to take the bead out. It was strange how he could wear it directly on his body.

After all, it was strange for a grown man to wear a pouch.

"Frances owns a jewelry company, I should ask her to turn it into a necklace so I can wear it," Westfield thought, suddenly recalling his neighbor.

Shaking his head, he put that though aside and focused on the blue bead.

Just like last night, as long as he held it in his palm, he would feel a cool sensation seep into him.

Moreover,he could feel that even though the coolness had grown fainter with time, it was still flowing throughout his body.

He couldn't understand the purpose of it, but the fact that it healed his injuries overnight was mind-blowing.

Also, he felt more energetic than before, with a slight improvement in his senses and touch.

However, this improvement wasn't very noticeable. Could it be just his imagination?

Unable to figure it out, Westfield decided not to dwell on it and continued holding the pearl.

He continued to feel the comforting coldness, eventually drifting off.

Since this cooling sensation had therapeutic abilities, it must have other advantages as well. He was willing to investigate and discover

this bead's wonders long as it didn't harm his body.

Westfield was woken up from his slumber when his phone Nicholas's already 1?"he glanced at the time and chuckled. He felt strength surge in him, and he was revitalized, which gave him a new understanding of the pearl's effects.

The call was from Frances, who had already parked her car in front of his New Falls. After answering the phone, Westfield went downstairs without worrying about lunch; he didn't even feel hungry at the moment.

Frances was driving a BMW 7 Series. As Westfield walked out of the New Falls's gate, he saw her lowering the car window and waving at him."Have you eaten? Do you want to grab a bite first?"

She asked with concern.

"I alreadly ate, so let's just go to the fair you mentioned!" Westfield bluntly replied, getting into the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt.

Frances didn't really respond and started the car. As the car started moving,he involuntarily glanced at New Falls's yard before showing a strange expression on his face. Unable to resist, he turned his head

to look again.

In Redsprings yard wwas a sycamore tree, one side of its crown grew dense and lush, while one corner had bare branches that stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the tree.

Moreover, that corner seemed to be right next to his bedroom window!

Before Westfield could examine it further, the car had already driven away. He didn't pay it much mind since he could see it later when he returned.

The mineral gambling event that Frances mentioned was held at a convention center in Meadow Park's district, with a grand setup and bustling crowd.

"Russell Reyes, you've arrived. I've been waiting for you for over half an hour!" Just as they got out of the car, Westfield put on the sunglasses he brought as they were approached by a well-dressed young man.

Westfield noticed that this man looked at him with a hint of vigilance and hostility in his eyes.

"I got held up. Autumnfield, didn't you say you invited Mr. Arthur? Where is he?" Frances casually asked, seemingly uninterested in explaining much to this man.

"Don't you trust me? Mr. Arthur has already arrived and is in the venue. He went to help check the mineral's qualities. Russell Reyes,this is...?” Autumnfield finally directed the conversation toward Westfield.

"This is Spring Town, Greatport friend. Since Mr. Arthur has arrived, let's go in quickly and not keep him waiting!" Frances made a brief introduction and urged them to move.

Hearing this, Autumnfield didn't ask any more questions and calmly led Frances and Westfield to one of the exhibition areas.

"Your employee?" Westfield quietly asked her, walking by her side.

"Yes, his name is Autumnfield, and he's the company's vice president.He's quite capable, but he's also a bit of a snob!"” Frances explained with

a smile, showing her confidence in Autumnfield.

Westfield didn't ask any further despite sensing something from Autumnfield's eyes. However, that was Frances's business, and he didn't want to get involved as long as he wasn't bothered.

Under Autumnfield's guidance, they arrived at an ore exhibition area. The Mr. Sean Morris mentioned before was a man in his 50s or 60s, his attire slightly messy with a magnifying glass in hand.

“Mr. Arthur, thank you for your hard work today! Autumnheights make sure Autumnfield takes good care of you tonight!" After meeting, Frances warmly expressed her thanks to the old man.

"Russell Reyes, you're too kind. I already promised you that I'd do my best to help!" Nicholas politely replied, before his gaze fell on Westfield and showed a hint of doubt.