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.”

frowned hard. He was at a loss for words amidst

the ground. He picked it

to find that David was holding the fake painting that Charles had tossed

trembling in anger. Without caring for appearances, his face was blood-red as he roared, “Aiden, what is going on?!

I’ve spent two million to buy that painting, so how can it be a fake?” He then turned to glare at David. “Mr. White, you can’t

the facts even if he was given ten folds of courage. David quickly said, “Mr. Grant, I’m really sorry. You didn’t

hell wants your one million?!” Aiden exploded in anger. He now understood that the fake painting earlier was actually the one he had

was standing in a corner with an innocent expression. “I… I just bought it randomly from

real painting by randomly choosing one! What

least one of

with a counterfeit!” Charles was furious. “Don’t ever come to my house again, and all

to clear his name. He had no idea why David would say this in front of everyone. What would the man get out of it? Clenching his fists in a fury, Aiden glared at

David as he still felt puzzled, “Mr. White, how did you differentiate that this painting is your counter-…” Charles did not

“Mr. Johnston, this authentic painting had actually always belonged to

Russell coughed for a bit, interrupting him.

and corrected himself, “How could I not recognize my

That sounded weird.

useless son-in-law had randomly bought this

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

He knew that Russell was only doing this