The First Heir

“Master Russell, please let me explain.” David was anxious as large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Aiden was confused as he asked, “Mr. White, what’s wrong with you?”

David was troubled. He now knew why Russell had called him over, so he quickly said to Aiden, “Mr. Grant, I’m sorry. The painting that I sold you last time was a fake. I’ll refund you the money as soon as I get back.”

“A fake?” Aiden shrieked. The crowd of people standing behind him all gasped, looking incredulous. Charles looked especially shocked and was utterly stunned.

“Mr. White, what do you mean? What do you mean by ‘a fake’? I’ve spent two million to buy it!” Aiden was getting flustered, feeling his body alternate between hot and cold. “And Master Russell had said earlier that that painting is an authentic piece. Are you drunk?”

David was now like a cat on a hot tin roof. Upon hearing the words ‘authentic piece’, he rushed over to the glass display and looked carefully at it before exclaiming, “This… this isn’t the one I sold you!”

Of course, it was not. The others did not notice it, but David did. On the bottom right most corner of the painting, a few tiny words were stamped there, reading, ‘Received by Russell Field’. Everyone had been too focused on the painting that they did not notice this detail because there were just too many stamps at the bottom.

“What? This isn’t the one you sold me?” Aiden was dumbstruck, feeling shocked. He had a bad feeling about this.

Charles exclaimed in surprise, “Master Russell, Mr. White, just what is going on?”

Russell snorted. He got up and strode over to David. After glaring at the shorter man, Russell announced, “This painting is genuine, but it’s not the one Mr. Grant bought.”

hard. He was at a loss for words amidst

David had noticed the painting that was discarded on the ground. He picked it up, opened it, then exclaimed excitedly, “This! This is the one I sold

David was holding the fake painting that Charles had tossed into a corner

caring for appearances, his face was blood-red as he roared, “Aiden, what is going on?! That fake

to buy that painting, so how can it be a fake?” He then turned to glare at

of courage. David quickly said, “Mr. Grant, I’m really sorry. You didn’t know anything about paintings

now understood that the fake painting earlier was actually the one he

their gaze to Philip, who was standing in a corner with an innocent expression. “I… I just

real

irked, at least one of the paintings was

ever come to my

of it? Clenching his fists in a fury, Aiden glared at

how did you differentiate that this painting is your counter-…” Charles did not finish his words in fear of upsetting David. The man was still a famous figure within

and said, “Mr. Johnston, this authentic painting

Ahem! Before David could finish, Russell coughed for a bit, interrupting him. The latter then shot a few

“How could I not recognize my

That sounded weird.

randomly bought this authentic Chinese painting from an antique market. Such a

and walked to Philip with a big smile. “Mr. Cla-… Young man, you have great luck. Here is my name card.” Russell handed Philip

knew that