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I had seen most of this monstrosity on the little camera I installed but seeing it in person was so much different. This must be where the Arcieros stashed all their illegal wealth. There were piles and piles of fresh bills, gold bars, and diamonds, and the longer I searched, the more rare treasures I recognized. Some of the jewelry in the display boxes were pieces that went missing from museums years ago. I had a feeling the Arcieros didn’t buy them. I also knew without needing to ask that none of the paintings on the walls legitimately belonged to them. I was not here for any of them. I wanted the one book I had not been able to find in the library—the Arciero record book. That was the one

Jessica nodded and realized that Blake couldn't see her, so she answered and sat down at the end of the bed. Blake listened to her quiet breathing, thinking that she had received too much information today and couldn't get over it at once. He didn't expect her to say a few more words. He said, "There are many theft cases in this place, but most of them are directly stolen money or precious things." "Ye Cheng disappeared before he became famous completely. His painting isn't as valuable as a famous painting. Normally, thieves don't have that kind of appreciation. If that person switched out the painting, it wouldn't be as simple as just stealing."

I definitely remember that stage and the blindling lights. Just art. Paintings, sculptures, rare vases and relics that didn’t belong to the people bidding on them. I could feel it in my bones—this wasn’t a Sotheby’s auction. These were stolen. Lorenzo leaned toward me, voice low and dry. “Money laundering through stolen goods. Classy, huh?” My eyes swept the room. “Where did they get all this?” He gave me a humorless smile. “Private collectors. Dead collectors. War zones. Museum storage rooms that ‘accidentally lost’ inventory. You don’t wanna know.”

"She's got access to the Walton collection now. Millions of dollars in art, and she's positioning herself perfectly to manipulate it. Those boys are so blinded by her beauty they can't see what she really is." "Which is?" "A thief. A liar. A woman who will destroy anyone who gets in her way." He leans back, exhaustion written across his face. "I couldn't save my own business, but maybe I can save theirs." The story writes itself in my head. 'Walton Twins Bewitched by Con Artist: Exclusive Investigation Reveals Gallery Curator's Criminal Past.' It's front-page material, the kind of exclusive that makes careers. "I'll need to verify all of this."

However, it suddenly appeared they were entering a battleground they were unaware of. Cassie repeatedly listened to Dr. Nassar's remarks while sitting in her study that evening. It was about destroying the powers that wished to keep artists voiceless and helpless, not merely about creating something new. Her cell rang—a call from an unidentified number. Examine your email. She did as her heart was racing. An attachment. A film. When Cassie hit play, she was horrified by what she saw. The video showed a dimly lit warehouse with crates bearing the names of valuable paintings, sculptures, and artifacts stolen from the people they were trying to assist.

Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time. [Tristan lost everything he got from pawning the locket and bangle!] [He's on a losing streak—he'll never dig himself out of this hole!] [Now he's in debt to the casino for millions!] In the end, with no way to pay, the casino sold him to a scam compound in a foreign country called Melaynmere. With his legs crippled, Tristan was forced to use his hands to run phishing schemes. His very first target was me. "Honey, I've hit the jackpot! Let me buy you a ticket. Come join me, and we can live in luxury together!"

“Fine, wow. I am not smoking here. Who is coming? The pope?” He laughed and everyone’s faces suddenly grew serious. “Wait. “ Mike said, putting his packet back in his black coat. “Who is the customer?” Alexis shifted nervously and Ellie said. “Some of the most valuable paintings and sculptures have been stolen from a private collection. Some of them have been substituted with fakes- very good replicas- so the owner didn’t notice right away. The customer has managed to get one of the paintings back against a big ransom, but the others are still missing and … “

The Prince promptly brings me to the type of store that I would have only snuck into if I were pulling a job. The fabrics themselves are more expensive than any I had ever hoped to be able to lay my hands on. Not even the marks that I pickpocket wear clothing that is this expensive. If I were to try to steal from anybody wearing clothing like this and I got caught it would be a fast trip to jail. "Why do you look so nervous?" He asks me as we walk into the store.

Julian was using my father’s brilliance, forcing the old man to authenticate forged masterpieces to fund the Vane Empire. Julian wasn't just an art collector. He was the world's most successful art thief. Suddenly, the heavy oak door of the suite creaked open. "Elara?" Julian’s voice was like a whip-crack in the silent room. I slammed the safe shut and threw the painting back over it, barely catching the edge of the frame. I spun around, my heart rate monitor probably screaming on his phone, but I threw my head back and let out a soft, breathy laugh.