The First Heir

A fake! The crowd in the gallery burst into an uproar. It was actually a fake!

“Impossible! How could this be a fake? We’ve all seen it before. It’s a genuine piece.” Charles quickly explained. “Although I’m not as famous as Master Russell, I can still tell a painting’s authenticity. How could this be a fake?”

Russell knew that Charles would be in denial, so he analyzed the painting on the spot. “This painting could be said to be mistaken for the genuine piece. It’s not surprising if you guys can’t tell. But if you all take a closer look, the lines on these few figures are not full enough. There is an obvious gradient shown on the lines and color. This is a defect caused by machines, and it’s very subtle so many people can’t actually tell…”

As the crowd listened to Russell’s explanation, they finally realized the truth.

“So, it’s a fake! Charles Johnston, you’re too much!”

“Yeah! After a whole day of suspense, you ended up showing us a fake instead! What gives?”

In an instant, the crowd started unleashing their dissatisfaction. Charles was now nervous and ashamed. How could it be a fake? How was it possible?

Aiden frowned hard as he stood aside, looking at Philip, who was still standing in a corner. Suddenly, he tugged Charles’s arm and whispered into the man’s ear, “Uncle Johnston, could Philip have taken the wrong painting?”

Took the wrong painting? Charles immediately came to his senses. It must be! Philip must have taken the wrong painting!

than done, Charles ignored the criticism by the crowd. He hastened over to Philip, giving him another slap as he roared

misunderstanding had occurred instead. This was just too embarrassing. Charles considered himself a

saw this, his anger flared up immediately. He wanted to go over to stop Charles, but Philip shot him a

I took the wrong one. I’ll go back

seething, his gaze ice-cold. How could

was standing behind Charles with a cold smile playing on his lip. The man was overflowing with provocative intentions. After Philip had rushed out, Aiden continued to whisper in Charles’s ear, “Uncle Johnston, the way I see it, Philip must have done it on purpose. It’s clear that he

get back, I’ll have Wynn divorce him immediately!” Charles cut off Aiden’s

his goal, so he quietly clenched his fists in victory. Haha, Wynn

wrong painting. I’ve already sent my son-in-law back

what do you mean by ‘wrong

Johnston’s birthday a few days ago. Me and Uncle Johnston’s son-in-law, Philip, had both prepared a present each, which was the painting, Companionship at the Spring Mountains. This fake piece was bought by Uncle Johnston’s son-in-law from an antique market to give to Uncle Johnston. As for the real thing, I

seemed to have a better idea. In an

antique market to

is publicly known to be a useless

and Charles’s daughter is

crowd, Russell’s expression darkened as he listened to these discussions. These people did not know that Mr. Clarke was an elite, rich man who could afford