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.”

could this authentic painting be…” Charles frowned hard. He

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

David was holding the fake painting that Charles had tossed into

blood-red as he roared, “Aiden, what is going on?! That fake

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

lie now? With Master Russell here, he would never dare to twist the facts even if he was given ten folds of courage. David quickly said, “Mr. Grant, I’m really sorry. You didn’t know anything about paintings back then, so I gave you a counterfeit instead. But don’t worry, I refund you three million later. That extra one million will be my

one million?!” Aiden exploded in anger. He now understood that the fake painting

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

real painting by

irked, at least one of the paintings was

actually tried to trick me with a counterfeit!” Charles was furious. “Don’t ever come to my house again, and all those gifts that

his fists in a fury, Aiden glared at Philip before turning to leave. This day was just

you differentiate that this painting is your counter-…” Charles did not

Johnston, this authentic painting had actually always belonged to

interrupting him. The latter then

and corrected himself, “How could

That sounded weird.

that Charles Johnston’s useless son-in-law had randomly bought this authentic Chinese painting from an antique market. Such

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

He knew that Russell was only doing this for the