The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 33

With just one glance, Russell was able to tell that this was not the painting he had given Mr. Clarke. This is fake! So, who gave this painting to Charles? It was even on display in the Civil Gallery, and it seemed like everyone here thought it was an original piece of work.

While Russell was deep in thought, Charles began talking about this painting endlessly, including an explanation of its origins. "Mr Russell, this painting is Addy's birthday present. This is a priceless work. Would you mind judging it?"

Adi's? Aidens! Russell looked at Aiden, who was smiling with a strange look. The latter seemed to be full of itself. This is the man who was rude to Mr Clarke before!

With this, Russell now had a plan formed. Aiden, you're dead meat! I'll teach you a lesson in place of Mr Clarke!

Russell walked over to the glass screen in earnest and began to inspect it. Everyone felt the air become tense and mysterious as they watched. After all, this was Master Russell, a famous collector in Riverdale City. If he also upholds this painting, it must be an original masterpiece! That must be priceless!

As he stood beside Russell, Charles was like a child, unable to hide the pride and joy on his face. He had already begun to imagine how his fame would rise as a collector in Riverdale City. With this thought in mind, he felt an even greater help for Aiden and nodded at him.

Seeing that Uncle Johnston was overjoyed, Aiden was naturally cheerful. He looked at Philip who was standing in the corner and tilted his head, looking arrogant.

Philip only smiled faintly then lowered his head to play his phone. What the hell is he doing? He, of course, gave Agnes a task.

'Agnes, check where's the nearest place selling Harley bikes. I'll buy it in a few days and replace all our scooters with Harley bikes.'

The content of Philip's message was simple but crude.

Agnes was working in the office. She was wearing a white shirt, a black skirt, and a black stiletto. The skin on her feet was soft and smooth like the skin of a newborn baby. He looked puzzled as he stared at the text message then quickly replied: Boss, you mean to say that you want to replace all our company delivery scooters with Harley bikes?

Agnes felt her head turn. For the first time, he experienced how rich Philip was! One Harley bike costs tens of thousands, and the price goes up tenfold if it's better. There were about a hundred people in the company, so that would amount to ten million fees! What is Philip's identity? To be rich…

'OKAY. Contact them immediately, and it is best to make an appointment. I don't want to trouble you later.'

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

"Mr Russell, how is it? What is the price of Tang Bohu's original goods on the market?" After Russell finished looking, Charles asked impatiently while smiling into his eyes.

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

"Look, even Mr. Russell looks resolute. This part must be really good!"

"I'm sure it'll be worth at least eight million!"

As the crowd chattered, Russell said in a deep voice, "Master Johnston, this painting will be worth it…."

"Ha ha ha!" Charles could not help but laugh.

However, the continuation of Russell's words made Charles' laughter stop when the latter choked and coughed.

"A hundred dollars." Russell's voice echoed throughout the gallery hall.

A... a hundred dollars?!

Charles was dumbfounded, like everyone else.

Aiden looked most confused. I've spent over two million on this, but it's only worth a hundred dollars? Is he kidding? Is this guy really Master Russell? He must be a fake!

"Mr Russell, please don't joke. This is Tang Bohu's Friendship in the Spring Mountains, the original work!" Charles' forehead was now covered in sweat as he emphasized the words 'original piece'.

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