The First Heir
Chapter 33

Chapter 33

With just one look, Russell could

tell that this was not the painting he gave Mr. Clarke. This was a counterfeit! So, who gave this paintingto Charles? It was even displayed in Civil Gallery, and it seemed like everyone here thought it was anauthentic piece.

While Russell was lost in thought, Charles started to talk about this painting ceaselessly, including anexplanation of its origins. “Master Russell, this painting is a birthday gift from Addy. It’s a pricelesspiece. Would you like to appraise it?”

Addy? Aiden! Russell stared at Aiden, who was smiling to his eyes with an odd look. The latter seemedfull of himself. This was the man who was rude to Mr. Clarke earlier!

With this, Russell now had a plan formed. Aiden, you’re dead meat! I will teach you a lesson in place ofMr. Clarke!

Russell walked over to the glass display earnestly and started examining it. Everyone felt the airbecome tense and mysterious as they watched on. After all, this was Master Russell, a famouscollector in Riverdale City. If he, too, held this painting in high regard, it must be an authentic piece! Itmust be priceless!

As he stood beside Russell, Charles was like a little child, unable to conceal the pride and joy on hisface. He was already beginning to imagine how his fame would rise up as a collector in Riverdale City.With this thought, he felt greater favor for Aiden and nodded at him.

Seeing Uncle Johnston this elated, Aiden was naturally cheerful. He looked at Philip who was standingin a corner and tilted his head up, looking smug.

Philip only smiled faintly then lowered his head to toy with his phone. What was he doing? He was, ofcourse, giving Agnes a task.

‘Agnes, check where the nearest place that sells Harley bikes is. I will buy them in a few days andswitch out all our scooters with Harley bikes.’

The contents of Philip’s message were simple but crude.

At that moment, Agnes was working in the office. She was wearing a white shirt, a black skirt, andblack stilettos. The skin on her legs was soft and smooth like a newborn’s. She looked bewildered asshe stared at the text message then quickly replied: Boss, do you mean to say that you want to switchout all of our company’s delivery scooters with Harley bikes?

Agnes felt her head spin. For the first time, she experienced just how rich Philip was! One Harley bikecost tens of thousands, and the price increased ten folds if it was a better one. There were about ahundred people in the company, so that would amount to ten million in expenses! What exactly wasPhilip’s identity? To be able to be this rich…

‘Okay. Contact them immediately, and it’s best to make an appointment. I don’t want it to betroublesome later on.’

After replying with this message, Philip put his phone away and sat quietly to watch.

Russell’s every move attracted the attention of everyone in the gallery. People were even starting topraise Charles, and that made Charles feel even more ecstatic.

“Master Russell, how is it? What would this authentic piece by Tang Bohu be worth in the market?”After Russell was done looking, Charles asked impatiently as he smiled to his eyes.

Russell pondered for a moment. Everyone grew anxious, looking at him.

“Look, even Master Russell is looking stern. This piece must be really great!”

“I bet that it’ll be worth at least eight million!”

As the crowd chattered, Russell said in a deep voice, “Mr. Johnston, this painting would be worth….”

“Hahaha!” Charles could not resist laughing out.

However, the continuation of Russell’s words made Charles’s laughter stop as the latter choked andcoughed.

“A hundred dollars.” Russell’s voice resonated throughout the gallery hall.

A… a hundred dollars?!

Charles was dumbstruck, as was everyone else.

Aiden looked most bewildered. I’ve spent more than two million on this, but it’s only worth a hundredbucks? Is he joking? Is this man really THE f*cking Master Russell? He must be a fake!

“Master Russell, please don’t joke around. This is Tang Bohu’s Companionship at the SpringMountains, an authentic piece!” Charles’s forehead was now covered in sweat as he emphasized thewords ‘authentic piece’.

Russell chuckled then explained, “Then, let me tell you that this painting is a fake.”