Chapter 35


    “Of course,” answered Aiden proudly.


    Russell already knew that Aiden would say this. Hiding a smile, he continued to ask, “May I know which


    friend did Mr. Grant buy this from?”


    Upon hearing this, the delight on Aiden’s face grew. Could Russell want to be acquainted with that


    friend of his? This was an excellent opportunity for him to befriend Russell. “President Field, his name


    is David White, the owner of an antique market. He’s quite famous. I can call him over this instant.”


    Aiden smiled.


    “There’s no need.” Russell waved then took out his phone to say smilingly, “I’m acquainted with David


    White.”


    Of course, Russell knew David White. The man was a famous antique market owner, but at the same


    time, he had a notorious reputation within themunity. The reason was that David was an expert at


    selling counterfeits and forged pieces. He often sold off his fakes to people who did not know better,


    and it looked like David had tricked Aiden.


    However, Russell did not feel an ounce of pity for him. He dialed the number and said faintly, “Mr.


    White, how are you doing?”


    On the other end of the call came the steady voice of a middle-aged man. With the typical tone of a


    dishonest trader and a voice deliberately pitched high, the man said, “Oh my, why did Master Russell


    call me up so suddenly today? Are youing to take a look at some goods?”


    David was currently at his antique market shop, sitting on his vintage wooden armchair as he sipped on


    some tea.


    “Stop with all that nonsense and make a trip over to Civil Gallery,” Russell said rudely then hung up.


    David was not infuriated by this. Instead, he quickly started up his Porsche and drove straight to Civil


    Gallery.


    Aiden was still smiling in an attempt to tter Russell as he said, “Master Russell knows Mr. White too?


    What a coincidence!”


    Russell did not say anything but sat down at a coffee table in a corner quietly, waiting for David. He


    looked at Aiden like he was staring at an idiot while the boy continued to praise him.


    Everyone else, too, was standing beside Russell, waiting quietly. Although they did not know why


    Russell had called David over, it must have something to do with the painting.


    Suddenly, a phone rang. In a corner, Philip received a text message from Russell, reading: Mr. rke,


    please don’t worry. I’ll teach this Aiden a lesson on your behalf.


    Philip looked up to see Russell smiling at him. After giving it a little thought, Philip decided not to stop


    him.


    Aiden, who had caught sight of this, was instantly annoyed. He went to Russell’s side and gossiped,


    “President Field, you shouldn’t waste your time on that Philip.”


    Russell’s expression darkened, but he did not say anything. On the inside, he had already jotted


    Aiden’s name down in his list of hated things.


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    In less than ten minutes, a short, plump man in a suit named David White, appeared at the gallery. This


    guy’s face was glowing as he smiled at everyone he saw, looking like the god ofughter. “Master


    Russell, I’m here. Do you need me for anything urgent?” David hastened over to Russell in big steps


    and a ttering smile.


    When Aiden saw David, he smiled and nodded at the man as a form of greeting. It was thanks to


    David’s painting that he could earn such high praise today.


    Russell nced at David then said faintly, “Well done, David. Your business seems to be going well.”


    David was stunned. He bowed and answered, “That’s not true. It’s all thanks to Master Russell’s


    patronage.”


    “Hmph!” Suddenly, there was a loud thud! Russell had mmed a hand onto the coffee table and


    pointed to the painting on the wall with great fury. “David White, is that the painting you sold?”


    This sudden confrontation made David’s whole body shudder as sweat fell like raindrops.


    The bystanders, too, were stunned at this, unable to understand what was going on.


    David was naturally afraid because it was Russell who supported him in his earlier days that he had


    managed to make something of himself today. After his business had grown, he did not stay in contact


    with Russell as often, and they were considered to have parted ways.


    However, David never dared to behave rashly in front of Russell. He quickly turned to look at the ss


    disy, and in an instant, his knees went weak! It was the Companionship at the Spring Mountains!


    Sh*t! He could no longer conceal the fact that he had sold a counterfeit. More importantly, the real


    painting of Companionship at the Spring Mountains had always belonged to Russell, so the one


    hanging there must be a fake!