Chapter 15


    Aiden, who had been looking cheery, was now in a daze. What was going on? Mr. rke was upset, so


    the gallery was not to be opened to the public. Could there be any other reason more random than


    this? No, he must have done something wrong.


    “What’s wrong Addy, did something happen?” Charles and Martha found Aiden’s expression a little


    odd.


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    “Oh, it’s nothing, nothing at all. They’re just reporting the gallery’s situation to me.” Aiden forced out a


    smile then added, “Uhm, Uncle Johnston, I have some urgent matters, so I will be leaving now.” He


    then stood up to leave.


    “Oh, Addy, is it really urgent? Won’t you be staying for dinner?” Martha followed closely behind him and


    saw him out the door.


    “Maybe next time. Goodbye, Uncle Johnston, Aunt Martha.” Aiden hurried away. Of course, he would


    be in a rush. If something happened to the gallery booking, he would lose all face in front of his future


    father-inw. He had to rush over to the gallery to see what was going on.


    After seeing Aiden off, Martha came back inside with a smile on her face. When she saw Wynn


    carrying M, she suddenly burst out scolding, “I won’t be raising this little bastard.”


    “Mom, what are you saying? Isn’t M still your granddaughter?” Wynn was vexed. She had been


    coaxing M to sleep in her arms. How could her mother say something like that? This was her


    daughter’s flesh and blood, after all.


    Charles, too, felt that Martha was going overboard. He removed his reading sses and interrupted.


    “That’s enough from you. Clean this up quickly and bring me the painting from Aiden. I’m going out for


    a spin.”


    Charles was heading out to show off, of course. He wanted to let his friends take a good look. He


    carefully hugged the gift box, hummed a joyful tune, and went out the door. He was feeling delightful,


    very delightful, indeed!


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    After he left the Johnston family house, Philip hailed a cab to Civil Gallery. Since he had already bought


    over thepany and no longer needed to make deliveries, he now had time to go over to the gallery


    and take a look. He did not really n to close it to the public. He just wanted to teach Aiden a lesson.


    Upon reaching the gallery’s entrance, Philip only knew how stylish the gallery was. It was not shy but


    luxurious and had a depth to it. The whole structure was designed by line patterns with monochrome as


    the main color. It looked extremely elegant and stylish. On both sides of the door was a small gallery


    paved with monochrome cobblestones, giving it a simplistic Western beauty.


    Right in front of the door was a ck granite sculpture. This was a piece made by the master architect


    who had designed and built Civil Gallery, Sirius Burton. This internationally famous architect only


    produced one piece of artwork every year, and thousands of people sought after his work, getting into


    disputes just to buy it.


    Civil Gallery was Sirius Barton’s final work. Hence, to host an exhibition in this Civil Gallery would bring


    about great prestige and fame.


    Philip stood in front of the sculpture, stared at it for a moment before mumbling to himself, “To think this


    is something that that old thing made. Looks normal to me.”


    Philip recalled some memories. Back then, Sirius had been chasing after him, begging Philip to allow


    him to build something for him. Philip found his daily visits annoying, so he gave the man three hundred


    million to let him build Philip a mansion on top of a hill, mainly to keep his sports cars and private jet.


    Oh, how I miss those beloved cars of mine. Philip eximed internally then headed toward the gallery


    entrance.


    “Good day, sir. The gallery is temporarily closed to the public.” It was a young and beautiful receptionist


    dressed in a monochrome business skirt set with a scarf embroidered with gardenia flowers tied around


    her neck. She had an impressive figure.


    Philip was stunned before looking inside and said, “I’m looking for someone.”


    “May I know who you are looking for?” The receptionist did not treat Philip any differently just because


    he was in casual clothing. Instead, she had asked very politely.


    “I’m looking for…” Philip was just about to answer when a tall woman walked over haughtily from within


    and interrupted him. She was wearing the same outfit, but the scarf on her neck was embroidered with


    blue enchantress hydrangeas.


    “Jasmine Conner, what are you doing? Didn’t I tell we’re not open to the public today and not to let


    anybody in?” The woman with the cold aura got closer and swept a look at Philip as she spoke


    arrogantly to the receptionist.


    “Sister Allison, he says he’s looking for someone.” Jasmine was apparently afraid of this woman, as


    she exined with a frightened expression.


    Allison Cooper was the leader of the female receptionists at Civil Gallery. She was a proud person and


    would not hesitate to order her subordinates around. Hence, she had a hidden nickname called ‘the


    witch’.


    Allison looked at Philip icily, sizing him up and asked suspiciously, “You’re looking for someone?” This


    man looked so broke wearing an over-washed T-shirt, a pair of faded jeans, and sandals. A typical get-


    up of migrant workers. He must be one of the construction team workers.


    “That’s right. I’m looking for…” Philip smiled, revealing his pearly whites.


    “Okay, okay, I got it. Follow me.” Allison abruptly interrupted Philip’s words. She turned to shoot a


    vicious re at Jasmine and said, “Guard the door properly and stop letting in random strays.”


    Jasmine lowered her head and bowed, apologizing profusely. She then stole a nce at Philip and


    smiled at him. Philip smiled back. This girl looked young but had a pleasant personality.


    Without thinking much, he followed Allison inside. Philip could not help looking at Allison’s back profile.


    This woman had a great figure that most men could not resist.


    “What are you staring at?” All of a sudden, Allison turned back with a frosty re, staring hatefully at


    Philip.


    “Ah, no… nothing.” Philip felt awkward. He was caught red-handed.


    Allison let out a cold snort. “I’ve seen enough of you migrant workers with your snooping hands and


    dirty eyes. If anything goes missing in our gallery, you’ll be the first I’ll catch!” She then turned to moved


    forward as the disdain and contempt for the man behind grew in her heart.


    Migrant worker? Philip was fuming slightly. Did she get the wrong person?


    Allison led him to a construction site and started ordering him pompously, “Hurry up and get to work.


    Finish it before sundown. And you guys over there, don’t even think about loafing on the job. I’ll be here


    to supervise. If anyone cks, your sry is gone.”


    The few workers started working harder upon hearing this, terrified of their sries being cut.


    Philip was confused. They were painting this area. So, am I here to work?


    “I’m sorry, are you mistaken? I’m not here to…” Philip turned to the woman beside him.


    Allison narrowed her eyes and barked, “You’re not here to what? Stop with all this nonsense and start


    working!”


    “I’m not here to work. I’m here to look for Anna Carter.” Philip was displeased with Allison’s attitude


    toward him. What’s with this woman’s eyes and tone. How rude! He had asked George to purchase this


    gallery not long ago, so he was surprised there was a snobby staff here.


    “You’re looking for our manager?” Allison sized Philip up again and snickered. “You want to see our


    manager, with the likes of you? Why? Trying toin to her?” What gives? This man was not even


    working, and he was trying toin now.


    “What?” Philip was puzzled. What was she talking about?


    “I’m telling you now, and the rest of you there, listen up! Our Civil Gallery does notck workers. There


    are tons of migrant workers out there fighting to work here. Don’t think that just because Manager


    Carter takes care of you, you can ck off. In my, Allison Cooper’s eyes, you’re all rubbish, do you


    understand?”


    Allison then snorted. “Especially you. Who do you think you are? Even asking to see our manager. If


    you’re not going to work, then scram!” Allison put her left hand on her waist while her right hand pointed


    at the door.


    Philip was outraged now. Forget being mistaken as a migrant worker. He was now even lectured by an


    unreasonable woman. No matter how good his temper was, it was now about to burst.


    “Your name is Allison Cooper?” Philip asked darkly.


    “That’s right. Why? Upset? Wanna beat me up? I can call security and throw all of you out


    immediately!” Allison crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. What a bunch of garbage who doesn’t


    know their ce. With just a little money, they’de swarming over like dogs. Growing up, Allison’s


    environment had made her develop a habit of being arrogant.


    “Great. I don’t think you have the right to stay in Civil Gallery.” Philip nodded, the dissatisfaction was


    clear in his eyes.


    Upon hearing this, Allison immediately held her sides. “Hahaha! What a fool! I don’t have the right to


    stay here? And what, can you fire me?”


    Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded from afar.


    “What’s going on Allison? You’re so noisy. It’s unsightly!”


    A beautiful silhouette was strutting over from a distance. She wore a white women’s suit whilergely


    curled brown hair flowed behind her. Her fair earlobes were decorated with hoop earrings. She was


    overflowing with elegance.


    “Manager Carter, you’re finally here. There’s someone causing trouble here.” Allison quickly jogged


    over, trying to tter.