Hacked

Mancini Mansion.

Manuel Mancini was having a blast. The success of the auction made his blood run wild. He wanted to laugh at the man who paid a huge amount of money for the painting that has no value at all.

The highest bidder didn’t bother to tell his real identity, which he doesn’t really give a damn about.

All that matters to him was the money that was added to his bank account.

“Poor man, he didn’t know he was scammed! Was it your idea to include the painting in the auction?” Hubert was sitting at the plush couch, a glass of liquor in his hand.

“Actually, it was not part of the plan. But when I saw that fucking painting, and I dislike the idea of it being here in my mansion. So, why not include it?’

Hubert Mancini burst into a loud laugh with what his brother said.

“Damn! That was epic. And who’s the lucky buyer?”

Manuel just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t give a damn about him.”

He was living his life the way he wanted it to be. He eliminated almost all of his enemies,