Chapter 36


    “Master Russell, please let me exin.” David was anxious asrge drops of sweat rolled down his


    forehead.


    Aiden was confused as he asked, “Mr. White, what’s wrong with you?”


    David was troubled. He now knew why Russell had called him over, so he quickly said to Aiden, “Mr.


    Grant, I’m sorry. The painting that I sold youst time was a fake. I’ll refund you the money as soon as I


    get back.”


    “A fake?” Aiden shrieked. The crowd of people standing behind him all gasped, looking incredulous.


    Charles looked especially shocked and was utterly stunned.


    “Mr. White, what do you mean? What do you mean by ‘a fake’? I’ve spent two million to buy it!” Aiden


    was getting flustered, feeling his body alternate between hot and cold. “And Master Russell had said


    earlier that that painting is an authentic piece. Are you drunk?”


    David was now like a cat on a hot tin roof. Upon hearing the words ‘authentic piece’, he rushed over to


    the ss disy and looked carefully at it before eximing, “This… this isn’t the one I sold you!”


    Of course, it was not. The others did not notice it, but David did. On the bottom right most corner of the


    painting, a few tiny words were stamped there, reading, ‘Received by Russell Field’. Everyone had


    been too focused on the painting that they did not notice this detail because there were just too many


    stamps at the bottom.


    “What? This isn’t the one you sold me?” Aiden was dumbstruck, feeling shocked. He had a bad feeling


    about this.


    Charles eximed in surprise, “Master Russell, Mr. White, just what is going on?”


    Russell snorted. He got up and strode over to David. After ring at the shorter man, Russell


    announced, “This painting is genuine, but it’s not the one Mr. Grant bought.”


    “Impossible, how could this authentic painting be…” Charles frowned hard. He was at a loss for words


    amidst his confusion.


    Just then, David had noticed the painting that was discarded on the ground. He picked it up, opened it,


    then eximed excitedly, “This! This is the one I sold to Mr. Grant.”


    The crowd looked toward the sound source to find that David was holding the fake painting that


    Charles had tossed into a corner earlier. In an instant, everyone’s expression changed! What was


    going on?


    Charles was now trembling in anger. Without caring for appearances, his face was blood-red as he


    roared, “Aiden, what is going on?! That fake painting is yours?”


    Of course, Aiden refused to admit it. He groaned, “How is that possible? I’ve spent two million to buy


    that painting, so how can it be a fake?” He then turned to re at David. “Mr. White, you can’t lie


    through your teeth. Take a proper look again, that real painting is the one I bought from you.”


    How could David ever have the courage to lie now? With Master Russell here, he would never dare to


    twist the facts even if he was given ten folds of courage. David quickly said, “Mr. Grant, I’m really sorry.


    You didn’t know anything about paintings back then, so I gave you a counterfeit instead. But don’t


    worry, I refund you three millionter. That extra one million will be mypensation for you.”


    “Who the hell wants your one million?!” Aiden exploded in anger. He now understood that the fake


    painting earlier was actually the one he had bought. And this genuine painting…


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    Everyone shifted their gaze to Philip, who was standing in a corner with an innocent expression. “I… I


    just bought it randomly from an antique market.”


    Holy sh*t! The guy had actually gotten a real painting by randomly choosing one! What a lucky b*stard!


    Although Charles was irked, at least one of the paintings was real.


    “Hmph! Aiden, you have actually tried to trick me with a counterfeit!” Charles was furious. “Don’t ever


    come to my house again, and all those gifts that you’ve brought over, take them back with you!”


    Aiden was unable to clear his name. He had no idea why David would say this in front of everyone.


    What would the man get out of it? Clenching his fists in a fury, Aiden red at Philip before turning to


    leave. This day was just too embarrassing! More importantly, Uncle Johnston had nowpletely lost


    any favor for him.


    After Aiden left, Charles asked David as he still felt puzzled, “Mr. White, how did you differentiate that


    this painting is your counter-…” Charles did not finish his words in fear of upsetting David. The man


    was still a famous figure within the antique market after all.


    David smiled and said, “Mr. Johnston, this authentic painting had actually always belonged to Ru-…”


    Ahem! Ahem! Before David could finish, Russell coughed for a bit, interrupting him. Thetter then shot


    a few eye signals at David.


    David immediately understood and corrected himself, “How could I not recognize my own forged


    goods?”


    That sounded weird.


    After thismotion, everyone now knew that Charles Johnston’s useless son-inw had randomly


    bought this authentic Chinese painting from an antique market. Such a lucky b*stard!


    When everyone was ready to start fawning over Russell again, the man shuffled his feet and walked to


    Philip with a big smile. “Mr. -… Young man, you have great luck. Here is my name card.” Russell


    handed Philip a small card.


    Philip nodded faintly and took it. He knew that Russell was only doing this for the public’s eyes.


    “Philip, why are you spacing out? Thank Master Russell immediately!” When Charles saw Philip’s dull


    reaction, his face darkened.


    “Thank you, Master Russell.” Philip quickly smiled.


    Russell dared not receive it and could barely stand straight, so he only smiled dryly in return.


    Philip’s nonchnt attitude earlier had, of course, annoyed a lot of people. They started mocking him.


    “Master Russell has actually given his name card to a wretched piece of trash.”


    “What of it? It’s only a name card. Trash will still be trash.”


    “Look at that idiotic face. He’s definitely a good-for-nothing.”


    Philip paid no mind to these insults and mockery. He continued to stand quietly in a corner.


    Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from Lynn. After a nce at the time, he figured that Lynn was


    probably getting impatient about taking care of M and had called to chase him home.


    When the call got through, Philip sounded apologetic as he said, “Lynn, I’m sorry, I’ll be back soon.”


    “Cou… Cousin brother-inw…” Lynn was not rude to him like she usually was. Instead, she sounded


    as if she was crying as she spoke fearfully, “Mi… M has gone missing.”