The First Heir

“Of course,” answered Aiden proudly.

Russell already knew that Aiden would say this. Hiding a smile, he continued to ask, “May I know which friend did Mr. Grant buy this from?”

Upon hearing this, the delight on Aiden’s face grew. Could Russell want to be acquainted with that friend of his? This was an excellent opportunity for him to befriend Russell. “President Field, his name is David White, the owner of an antique market. He’s quite famous. I can call him over this instant.” Aiden smiled.

“There’s no need.” Russell waved then took out his phone to say smilingly, “I’m acquainted with David White.”

Of course, Russell knew David White. The man was a famous antique market owner, but at the same time, he had a notorious reputation within the community. The reason was that David was an expert at selling counterfeits and forged pieces. He often sold off his fakes to people who did not know better, and it looked like David had tricked Aiden.

However, Russell did not feel an ounce of pity for him. He dialed the number and said faintly, “Mr. White, how are you doing?”

On the other end of the call came the steady voice of a middle-aged man. With the typical tone of a dishonest trader and a voice deliberately pitched high, the man said, “Oh my, why did Master Russell call me up so suddenly today? Are you coming to take a look at some goods?”

sitting on his vintage wooden armchair as he sipped on some

make a trip over to Civil Gallery,” Russell said rudely

this. Instead, he quickly started up his Porsche

flatter Russell as he said, “Master Russell knows Mr.

coffee table in a corner quietly, waiting for David. He looked at Aiden like he was staring at an idiot while the

quietly. Although they did not know why Russell had called David over,

In a corner, Philip received a text message from Russell, reading:

up to see Russell smiling at him. After giving it a little thought, Philip decided not to stop

this, was instantly annoyed. He went to Russell’s side and gossiped, “President Field, you shouldn’t

expression darkened, but he did not say anything. On the inside, he had already jotted Aiden’s name down in his list of

at everyone he saw, looking like the god of laughter. “Master Russell, I’m here. Do you need me for anything urgent?” David hastened over to Russell in big

nodded at the man as a form of greeting. It was thanks to David’s painting that he could earn such high praise

glanced at David then said faintly, “Well done, David. Your business seems to be