Chapter 33


    With just one look, Russell could


    tell that this was not the painting he gave Mr. rke. This was a counterfeit! So, who gave this painting


    to Charles? It was even disyed in Civil Gallery, and it seemed like everyone here thought it was an


    authentic piece.


    While Russell was lost in thought, Charles started to talk about this painting ceaselessly, including an


    exnation of its origins. “Master Russell, this painting is a birthday gift from Addy. It’s a priceless


    piece. Would you like to appraise it?”


    Addy? Aiden! Russell stared at Aiden, who was smiling to his eyes with an odd look. Thetter seemed


    full of himself. This was the man who was rude to Mr. rke earlier!


    With this, Russell now had a n formed. Aiden, you’re dead meat! I will teach you a lesson in ce of


    Mr. rke!


    Russell walked over to the ss disy earnestly and started examining it. Everyone felt the air


    be tense and mysterious as they watched on. After all, this was Master Russell, a famous


    collector in Riverdale City. If he, too, held this painting in high regard, it must be an authentic piece! It


    must be priceless!


    As he stood beside Russell, Charles was like a little child, unable to conceal the pride and joy on his


    face. He was already beginning to imagine how his fame would rise up as a collector in Riverdale City.


    With this thought, he felt greater favor for Aiden and nodded at him.


    Seeing Uncle Johnston this ted, Aiden was naturally cheerful. He looked at Philip who was standing


    in a corner and tilted his head up, looking smug.


    Philip only smiled faintly then lowered his head to toy with his phone. What was he doing? He was, of


    course, giving Agnes a task.


    ‘Agnes, check where the nearest ce that sells Harley bikes is. I will buy them in a few days and


    switch out all our scooters with Harley bikes.’


    The contents of Philip’s message were simple but crude.


    At that moment, Agnes was working in the office. She was wearing a white shirt, a ck skirt, and


    ck stilettos. The skin on her legs was soft and smooth like a newborn’s. She looked bewildered as


    she stared at the text message then quickly replied: Boss, do you mean to say that you want to switch


    out all of ourpany’s delivery scooters with Harley bikes?


    Agnes felt her head spin. For the first time, she experienced just how rich Philip was! One Harley bike


    cost tens of thousands, and the price increased ten folds if it was a better one. There were about a


    hundred people in thepany, so that would amount to ten million in expenses! What exactly was


    Philip’s identity? To be able to be this rich…


    ‘Okay. Contact them immediately, and it’s best to make an appointment. I don’t want it to be


    troublesometer on.’


    After replying with this message, Philip put his phone away and sat quietly to watch.


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    Russell’s every move attracted the attention of everyone in the gallery. People were even starting to


    praise Charles, and that made Charles feel even more ecstatic.


    “Master Russell, how is it? What would this authentic piece by Tang Bohu be worth in the market?”


    After Russell was done looking, Charles asked impatiently as he smiled to his eyes.


    Russell pondered for a moment. Everyone grew anxious, looking at him.


    “Look, even Master Russell is looking stern. This piece must be really great!”


    “I bet that it’ll be worth at least eight million!”


    As the crowd chattered, Russell said in a deep voice, “Mr. Johnston, this painting would be worth….”


    “Hahaha!” Charles could not resistughing out.


    However, the continuation of Russell’s words made Charles’sughter stop as thetter choked and


    coughed.


    “A hundred dors.” Russell’s voice resonated throughout the gallery hall.


    A… a hundred dors?!


    Charles was dumbstruck, as was everyone else.


    Aiden looked most bewildered. I’ve spent more than two million on this, but it’s only worth a hundred


    bucks? Is he joking? Is this man really THE f*cking Master Russell? He must be a fake!


    “Master Russell, please don’t joke around. This is Tang Bohu’s Companionship at the Spring


    Mountains, an authentic piece!” Charles’s forehead was now covered in sweat as he emphasized the


    words ‘authentic piece’.


    Russell chuckled then exined, “Then, let me tell you that this painting is a fake.”