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.”

planting a psychological suggestion that would only be triggered when asked about the painting’s

that moment, a

and inquired, “Dad, where did you come

and I couldn’t be deceived by such a scam. I noticed something off about the

help but be speechless. It seemed that Jacob,

was for Jacob to naturally perform the role

the father-in-law, might inadvertently blurt out nonsense, leading to rumors

had fully embraced the act, Viola nodded with satisfaction. It appeared that not only had Jacob remembered the psychological

avoid giving the impression that it was purely