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

with all that nonsense and make a trip over to Civil Gallery,” Russell said rudely then

started up his

attempt to flatter Russell as he said, “Master Russell

did not say anything but sat down at a coffee table in a corner quietly, waiting for David. He looked at Aiden like he was staring at an idiot while the boy continued to

Although they did not know why Russell had called David over, it must have something to do with

corner, Philip received a text message from Russell, reading: Mr.

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

Russell’s side and gossiped, “President Field, you shouldn’t waste your

expression darkened, but he did not say anything. On the inside, he

short, plump man in a suit named David White, appeared at the gallery. This guy’s face was glowing as he smiled 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 steps and

the man as a form of greeting. It

then said faintly, “Well done, David. Your