Romans & histoires Leon Kennedy Art

Samuel stepped forward to open the box, revealing a painting inside. "Oh, what's this?" Paul looked delightfully surprised as he took out the painting and carefully opened it, inhaling sharply. "The 'Mont Mundi'. Kennedy actually sent this to me?" Paul exclaimed, showing genuine appreciation for the artwork. "He refused other paintings I offered to exchange with this before, but he sent you all the way here with it today. This old man's thoughts are really hard to fathom."

Not trying to win only trying to buy time. One of the guards looked toward Kennedy. "Boss... what about you?" Kennedy calmly picked up one last photograph from his desk. The picture of Shannon. He slipped it carefully into the inside pocket of his jacket then looked around the study one final time. His books, his desk, his wife's portrait, twenty seven years. Every memory, every plan, every piece of his life existed inside this estate. He slowly exhaled. "Let's go." Meanwhile Sean stepped through the shattered front entrance. Glass crunched beneath his boots while smoke drifted through the grand foyer.

I asked, feeling the heat of the scotch kicking in. She smiled. “You assumed I was accompanying someone—what if it was the other way round?” “Ahh, right you are. That was presumptuous of me,” I smiled back. “My late husband was a patron of the Kennedy Foundation, so I thought it would only seem right to continue his work. Howard Bauwer, you might have known him,” she purred. “Yes, I remember him. My condolences for his tragic passing,” I offered. “Thank you. Howard was big on supporting the arts. I want to preserve his memory, and this is the only way I know how,” she said while gesturing to the art pieces on display all around us.