The First Heir (First Heir)

chapter 36

"Mr Russell, please let me explain." David was anxious as large droplets of sweat ran down his forehead.

Aiden was puzzled as he asked, "Sir White, what's wrong with you?"

David has problems. He now knew why Russell called him, so he quickly said to Aiden, "Master Grant, I'm sorry. The painting I sold to you last time was a fake. I'll return your money as soon as I get back."

"Fake thing?" Aiden screaming. The crowd standing behind him all gasped, looking disbelief. Charles looked extremely shocked and completely stunned.

"Mr White, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'fake'? I've spent two million to buy it!" Aiden grew increasingly confused, feeling his body alternating between hot and cold. "And Mr. Russell has said before that the painting is an original work. Are you drunk?"

David is now like a cat on a hot zinc roof. After hearing the words 'original piece', he rushed to the glass screen and looked at it closely before exclaiming, "This ..this is not what I sold you for!"

Of course not. The others did not realize it, but David realized it. In the lower right corner of the painting, a few small words are stamped there, saying, 'Received by Russell Field'. Everyone was so focused on the painting that they did not pay attention to this detail because there were too many stamps on the bottom.

"What's? This isn't what you sold me?" Aiden was stunned, feeling shocked. He's got a bad feeling about this.

Charles exclaimed in shock, "Mr Russell, Mr White, what is going on?"

Russell grunts. He got up and walked towards David. After glaring at the shorter man, Russell announced, "This painting is original, but not the one Mr bought. Grant."

"Impossible, how could this original painting..." Charles frowned loudly. He was at a loss for words amid his confusion.

Back then, David had noticed the painting being dumped on the ground. He picked it up, opened it, then exclaimed excitedly, "Here! This is what I sold to Mr. Grant."

The crowd looked towards the source of the sound to find that David was holding a fake painting that Charles had thrown into a corner earlier. In an instant, everyone's expression changed! What the hell is going on?

Charles was now trembling with anger. Regardless of appearance, his face turned blood red as he roared, "Aiden, what happened?! That fake painting is yours?"

Of course, Aiden refused to admit it. He groaned, "How is it possible? I've spent two million to buy the painting, so how could it be fake?" He turned to look at David. "Mr White, you can't lie with your teeth. Take another look, that original painting is the one I bought from you."

How could David have the courage to lie now? With Mr. Russell here, he would never dare to twist the facts even if he was given tenfold bravery. David quickly said, "Master Grant, I'm really sorry. You didn't know anything about the painting back then, so I gave you a fake one. But don't worry, I return you three million later. That extra million will be my compensation to you."

"Who wants one of your herbs?!" Aiden exploded in anger. He now understood that the previous fake painting was actually the one he had bought. And this original painting…

Everyone turned their eyes to Philip, who was standing in the corner with an innocent expression. "I just bought it at random from the antiques market."

Holy hooch! The man actually obtained the original painting by choosing one at random! How lucky is b*stard!

Although Charles was upset, at least one of the paintings was real.

"Hmph! Aiden, you're really trying to trick me with fake stuff!" Charles was angry. "Don't ever come to my house again, and all the gifts you brought, bring back with you!"

After Aiden left, Charles asked David who was still feeling confused, "Mr White, how do you distinguish that this painting is your match-..." Charles did not finish his words for fear of upsetting David. After all, the man was still a famous figure in the antique market.

David smiled and said, "Master Johnston, this original painting has always belonged to Ru-..."

Ahem! Ahem! Before David could finish, Russell coughed briefly, cutting him off. The latter then fired several eye signals at David.

David immediately understood and corrected himself, "How could I not recognize my own fake items?"

That sounds weird.

After this commotion, everyone now knew that Charles Johnston's useless son-in-law had randomly purchased this original Chinese painting from the antiques market. Really lucky b*stard!

When everyone was ready to start licking Russell again, the man stomped his feet and walked up to Philip with a big smile. "Mr Cla-s... Young man, you are so lucky. This is my business card." Russell gave Philip a small card.

Philip nodded weakly and took it. He knew that Russell was only doing this for the public eye.

"Philip, why are you daydreaming? Thank you Mr Russell immediately!" When Charles saw Philip's dull reaction, his face darkened.

"Thank you, Mr. Russell." Philip quickly smiled.

Russell did not dare to accept it and could barely stand up straight, so he simply smiled flatly in return.

Philip's previous nonchalant attitude, of course, upset many people. They started to mock him.

"Mr Russell has actually given his business card to the wretched bin."

"What's wrong? It's just a business card. Rubbish is rubbish."

"Look at the idiot's face. He's completely useless."

Philip paid no heed to these insults and ridicule. He continued to stand still in the corner.

At that moment, his phone rang. It was Lynn's phone call. After taking a quick look at it, she suspects that Lynn may have been impatient with Mila and called to chase her home.

When the phone was connected, Philip sounded regretful as he said, "Lynn, I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

"Cousin... Sister-in-law cousin..." Lynn wasn't being as rude to him as she always was. Instead, she sounded like she was crying as she spoke with fear, "Mi... Mila is gone."