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.”

of reiki subtly entered Jacob’s mind, planting a psychological suggestion that would only

a seed had been firmly

and inquired, “Dad, where did you come across this

joyfully, “I found it! Let me tell you, my son-in-law, if it weren’t for my discerning eye, this painting would still be hidden behind a fake! On Antique Street, someone tried to fool me with a 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 the fake painting for 5,000 dollars. When I returned home, I tore it open and,

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

was for Jacob to naturally perform

believed that Morgana 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 Morgana’s ears. So, he had given Jacob this particular psychological

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

However, to avoid giving the impression that it was purely luck, he had to concoct a legendary