Chapter 113


    Second Aunt Smith clenched her fists so tightly that there were nail marks on her palms, but she did


    not feel any pain She lowered her eyes and restrained her emotions. She suppressed the indignation


    and humiliation she felt and finally gave in. “Miss Grey, I’m sorry. I was wrong!”


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    “nk!” That was the sound of the cup being ced on the table. The Smiths could not help but


    tremble.


    Rachel Grey slowly raised her eyes and looked at her. “Just this once.”


    With that, she stood up and was about to leave when she realized that David Jones was no longer in


    the hall. It was as if everything that had happened earlier was only her imagination.


    “Wait a minute.” Old Mr. Smith suddenly called out to her from behind.


    Rachel stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Old Mr. Smith.


    Old Mr. Smith pulled out the “Shares Transfer Agreement” that he had prepared previously. “You came


    to celebrate my birthday with good intentions today, but in the end, so much trouble arose. Take this as


    compensation from me.”


    Everyone panicked when they saw Old Mr. Smith pull out the agreement. “Dad, what are you doing?”


    “How can you give thepany’s shares to outsiders so nonchntly?”


    Old Mr. Smith red at them and scolded, “Shut up, all of you!”


    Everyone was indignant, but they had no choice but to shut their mouths.


    “I can’t ept this,” Rachel rejected again.


    She did not need anypensation from the Smith family, nor did she want to be involved with the


    Smith family in any way.


    “I’ll feel bad if you don’t ept it,” Old Mr. Smith said. “All these years, the Smith family has owed you


    much. Now that such a thing has happened, how will I face you in the future if you don’t ept this?”


    Rachel curled her lips. “Grandpa Smith, I’ve never wanted anything from the Smith family. In the past, I


    feel the same as I do now.”


    Old Mr. Smith saw that Rachel had made up her mind and knew that there was no point in saying


    anything more.


    He pondered for a long time before speaking again. “I hope that you can attend next month’s


    anniversary celebration…”


    Upon hearing this, Rachel immediately understood why Old Mr. Smith insisted on transferring 5% of the


    company’s shares to her.


    There was a hint of mockery in her eyes.


    No one would treat another well unconditionally.


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    The Smith Group has nothing to do with me.


    After saying that, Rachel did not stay any longer and turned to leave.


    However, when Rachel left, she lowered her eyes and nced at the painting, which was Olivia


    Cruise’s gift to Old Mr. Smith. The corners of Rachel’s mouth curled into a meaningful smile.


    Mr. Griffin followed her gaze and narrowed his eyes. “Why is this here?”


    Everyone turned to look at the painting. Hesitation shed across their eyes. Could it be that there was


    some unknown story behind this painting?


    Olivia, on the other hand, thought that someone with good knowledge had finally discovered the


    painting’s value. She was secretly delighted but acted calm andposed. “This is a painting from the


    Baroque period. Is there anything wrong with it?”


    When Mr. Griffin heard this, his smile deepened. His left hand caressed the watch he wore on his right.


    His seemingly casual actions revealed a deeper meaning. “Well, ythings meant for entertainment.”


    It was not surprising to him. It was extremely difficult to differentiate fakes from authentic given the


    current counterfeiting technology.


    Even the collectors who had been in the antique dealing market for many years dare to make rash


    conclusions.


    did not


    If he had not noticed Rachel’s gaze just now, he might not have noticed this painting.


    Sensing something, Mr. Lewis thought for a moment and said carefully, “Mr. Griffin, could it be that this


    painting is not aged?”


    Mr. Griffin looked at his watch and patted Mr. Lewis‘ shoulder. “Let’s talk again when the chance


    arises.”


    Mr. Lewis realized what Mr. Griffin was hinting at but did not pursue it further.


    Olivia, who was standing at the side, vaguely sensed that something was wrong. She hurriedly chased


    after him. “Mr. Griffin, I’ve procured the painting from mour Pavilion…”