The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Viola nodded, a playful smile gracing his lips. “Dad, when someone asks about the painting, just say that you bought it from someone whose appearance you can’t quite recall. As for the story of how you acquired it, let your imagination run wild! You can brag and embellish as much as you want, as long as it doesn’t stray too far from the main idea.”

Jacob looked surprised and suggested, “Good son-in-law, couldn’t I simply say that it was a gift from a friend or part of my personal collection? Wouldn’t that save face?”

Viola’s expression turned serious. “Dad, other people may not know about this painting, but my client does. If they discover that you’ve used someone else’s painting to boast, they might hold me responsible. Follow my advice instead. If people find out that we are protecting their privacy and not trying to show off, they’ll feel more at ease.”

Jacob sighed with a hint of resentment. “Alright, I’ll do as you say.”

A slight smile played on Viola’s lips as he placed his hand on Jacob’s arm. He spoke earnestly, “Dad, from now on, remember that you bought this painting near the gate of Thompson First. Someone whose face you can’t recall stopped you and insisted on selling it to you for a mere hundred dollars.”

mind, planting a psychological suggestion that would only be triggered when asked about

moment, a seed had been

“Dad, where did you come

counterfeit celebrity calligraphy and painting. But my eye is keen, and I couldn’t be deceived by such a scam. I noticed something off about the painting—it was thicker than usual! I suspected there was something hidden within, so I pretended to fall for the trick and bought

but be speechless. It seemed that Jacob, as an old man, possessed an inherent

what Viola wanted was for Jacob to naturally perform the role he

wouldn’t dare to investigate the background of this painting. Nevertheless, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that Jacob, being the father-in-law, might inadvertently blurt out nonsense, leading to rumors that would reach

father-in-law had fully embraced the act, Viola nodded with satisfaction. It appeared that not only

heart, he firmly believed that he had stumbled upon this painting himself. However, to avoid giving the impression that it was purely luck, he had