At this thought, Charles glanced at Philip, who was standing idly in a corner. He snorted in annoyance and mumbled, “What a useless man!” Philip noticed his father-in-law looking at him, so he gave him a bright smile, but the older man only rolled his eyes at him. Okay, so the older man really did think nothing of him. Just then, outside of Civil Gallery, a luxurious Bentley stopped at the entrance. A few female receptionists quickly rushed over. Russell Field had specifically come to Civil Gallery today because he heard that there would be a treasure from China’s Ming Dynasty displayed today. An authentic painting by Tang Bohu! He was very intrigued. The man was a famous collector in the country, so when he heard that there would be a rare piece on display, of course, he had to see it with his own eyes! Soon after he stepped into the gallery, Russell’s identity caused an uproar. “Oh god! Isn’t that President Field from Civil Trading Group?” “The grandmaster of collectors i

A fake! The crowd in the gallery burst into an uproar. It was actually a fake! “Impossible! How could this be a fake? We’ve all seen it before. It’s a genuine piece.” Charles quickly explained. “Although I’m not as famous as Master Russell, I can still tell a painting’s authenticity. How could this be a fake?” Russell knew that Charles would be in denial, so he analyzed the painting on the spot. “This painting could be said to be mistaken for the genuine piece. It’s not surprising if you guys can’t tell. But if you all take a closer look, the lines on these few figures are not full enough. There is an obvious gradient shown on the lines and color. This is a defect caused by machines, and it’s very subtle so many people can’t actually tell…” As the crowd listened to Russell’s explanation, they finally realized the truth. “So, it’s a fake! Charles Johnston, you’re too much!” “Yeah! After a whole day of suspense, you ended up showing us a fake instead! What gives?” In an insta

“Master Russell, please let me explain.” David was anxious as large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. Aiden was confused as he asked, “Mr. White, what’s wrong with you?” David was troubled. He now knew why Russell had called him over, so he quickly said to Aiden, “Mr. Grant, I’m sorry. The painting that I sold you last time was a fake. I’ll refund you the money as soon as I get back.” “A fake?” Aiden shrieked. The crowd of people standing behind him all gasped, looking incredulous. Charles looked especially shocked and was utterly stunned. “Mr. White, what do you mean? What do you mean by ‘a fake’? I’ve spent two million to buy it!” Aiden was getting flustered, feeling his body alternate between hot and cold. “And Master Russell had said earlier that that painting is an authentic piece. Are you drunk?” David was now like a cat on a hot tin roof. Upon hearing the words ‘authentic piece’, he rushed over to the glass display and looked carefully at it before exclaiming, “

Lynn glanced at her friends, looking aggrieved, then finally stuttered, “I… I accidentally… left her alone. This was all because she kept fussing about wanting to go home and kept running around, so I taught her a lesson. Have I done anything wrong?” Lynn was still filled with grievances at the start, but as she spoke, she ended up getting more agitated, as if unwilling to admit that this was her fault. “What’s more, Mila’s your daughter, not mine. Why should I have to look after her? If she’s missing, that’s her fault!” Lynn refused to take this responsibility. This had nothing to do with her. It was all Mila’s fault! It was because that little b*tch, who was an embarrassment to the family, was such an eyesore! Philip was really furious. He never expected Lynn to be this unreasonable but still so proud of herself. “Lynn Johnston, I’m warning you. If Mila is not found at the end of today, I will make you regret this for the rest of your life!” Philip pointed at Lynn and admonished.

“My name’s Theo Zander! Now take your people with you and scram!” Theo roared. This was the first time he felt humiliated, and it even happened right in front of Mr. Clarke. Would Mr. Clarke suspect his capabilities because of this? “Theo Zander? What’s that? I don’t know it.” Harold was a short-tempered man. He was the manager of a huge amusement park and had stayed in that high position for so many years now, so it was only natural that his temper was a little shorter. “Stop talking nonsense and quickly apologize to my son, or else, don’t even think about leaving!” Theo Zander? Why does that sound a little familiar? Forget it! Can he be more powerful than I am? I’m the manager here, the king! Theo was fuming with anger. With a reddened face, he pointed at Harold and roared, “Just try to even f*cking move!” Sh*t, this guy really thought he was a small fry! “What are you standing there for? Get them! Or do you all want to get fired?” Harold bellowed at his stall. The workers