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!

as he roared in anger, “Philip, did you

misunderstanding had occurred instead. This was just too embarrassing. Charles considered himself a little well-known in the

to go over to stop Charles, but Philip

the wrong one. I’ll go

his gaze ice-cold. How could he have such a

in Charles’s ear, “Uncle Johnston, the way I see it, Philip must have done it on purpose.

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

clenched his fists in victory. Haha,

was the wrong painting. I’ve already sent

asked, “Charles, what do you mean by

Uncle 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 had spent two million dollars on buying it from a friend to give to Uncle Johnston. And that trash, Philip ended up

to have a better idea. In an instant, the people in

buy art from an antique market to give to their father-in-law as

is publicly known to be

think Aiden is a nice young man, and Charles’s daughter is beautiful. They

did not know that Mr. Clarke was an