Chapter 742


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    Skr asked, “What did he say? Does she remember?”


    Rowan replied, “She described him talking to someone, saying that he was willing to entrust the


    happiness of his future generations into the person’s hands. My dad would be his most loyal


    believer. Sometimes, he would even scream. That’s what he’s been saying for the past few nights.


    This has scared my mom, but my dad doesn’t remember it at all.”


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    Skr was silent after hearing that.


    “It isn’t a problem, is it?” Rowan had heard what happened to Frank, Harry, and another man.


    Goosebumps rose on his arms whenever he thought about it.


    If such negative energy clung to their family, would he end up dead too? He was terrified.


    “Don’t scare yourself just yet. Look at this calligraphed quote hanging on the wall. Has it been here


    all this while?” Skr asked. She pointed at the canvas hung on the wall. It looked pretty old.


    The word “Belief” was written across the canvas in an elegant, looping script. It was surrounded by


    tiny inscriptions of the same word.


    One would think it was the work of a skillful writer. At least, others would think


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    “I’m not sure. I feel like it hadn’t been here before. I have other calligraphed quotes like this at


    home. My dad is an avid collector. I thought he’d written it himself. This canvas isn’t the source of


    the problem, is it?” asked Rowan,


    slightly spooked.


    He couldn’t see anything weird by looking at the canvas. He didn’t like such cultured activities.


    Rowan would rather drink wine and flirt with women if he


    had the time.


    As Skr was about to reply, the office door swung open, and Jeremiah strode


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    “Dad!” Rowan greeted.


    Jeremiah nced at him, displeased. He asked, “Why are you here?”


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    His useless son was up to something.


    The corner of Rowan’s lips twitched. He knew Jeremiah looked down upon him. He replied, “I’ve


    invited Skr over.”


    “Skr?” Jeremiah’s eyes lit up. He nced over at her. He’d thought she was an employee. Awe


    glinted in his eyes.


    If Alexander and George praised her, she must’ve been excellent at what she


    did.


    “Nice to meet you, Mr. Jakeman. My name is Skr Sullivan,” she smiled as she introduced


    herself.


    Jeremiah greeted her with a grin.


    Jeremiah noticed that Skr had been looking at the calligraphed quote. He walked over while


    beaming and exined, “I bought it overseas a month ago. I felt like it was destined for me. Look.


    Every iteration of ‘belief‘ is written differently.”


    The more he exined, the more satisfied he was with it.


    Rowan rolled his eyes. His father was still boasting about it when it might be the source of all their


    problems.


    Skr kept smiling. She observed Jeremiah’s eyes. They seemed to be alight with adoration for the


    painting. If not, he wouldn’t have hung it where he could see it every day.


    It annoyed Rowan. He said, “Dad, stop waxing poetic about it. It might be a problem for us.”


    The more he looked at calligraphed quotes, the more he disliked them. In addition, his dad had


    spent millions on them. He was more wasteful than


    Rowan.


    Jeremiah red at him and said, “What nonsense are you going on about? This calligraphed quote


    is worth millions. How could it be problematic? Do you know how many people came just to look at


    it? Many of them begged to purchase it from me.”


    “There is indeed something wrong with this painting. Thankfully, Rowan


    noticed it early. If not, you would be saddled with Alzheimer’s or schizophrenia,


    ‘Skr said outright.


    Then, she walked closer to the painting.