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Nicholas’s words were like a landmine thrown into the room. Everyone was dumbfounded.
If the painting Ian brought was genuine, didn’t that imply the painting in Joshua’s study
was a forgery?
This thought was too terrifying. For a moment, everyone lowered their heads and did not
dare to speak.
They might have the guts to pick on Ian. After all, although the Walter family was
powerful, the main forces were overseas, and they had little
interaction with them.
However, the Phil family was in Capitol. They would see each other frequently.
Orson could not react for a long time. He did not expect things to turn out this way.
The painting Ian brought was actually authentic.
But Orson frowned and felt that something was wrong. ‘No, no, it shouldn’t be. This
painting is clearly fake. I have hired someone to fake it and spent a lot of effort to send it
to Ian. How could it become authentic? Could it be that there are two authentic paintings
in this world? Impossible! It’s absolutely impossible!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOrson shook his head and stared at Nicholas. “Mr. Harrington, please take a closer look. Is
this really the authentic one?”
“Mr. Orson, what do you mean by this?” As a prominent figure in the industry, Nicholas
had his pride. With a renowned reputation in the appraisal field, being questioned in such
a manner felt like a blow to his
honor.
“No, no.” Orson shook his head. “Mr. Harrington, you’ve misunderstood. I’m not doubting
your standard, but…”
Before Orson could say anything, Joshua, who had been silent all this
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while, suddenly said, “This painting is indeed authentic.”
As he spoke, Orson personally walked in front of the painting and pointed at a very small
ink spot that could not be seen unless one looked carefully.
“I also just realized that this painting is the one I used to have in my study before. When I
was copying it, I accidentally rubbed an ink spot on it.” Joshua sighed. He did not expect
the painting that he had given away to be
back.
Back then, Olivia had taken a fancy to this painting the moment she entered the house
and asked Joshua for it.
Although Joshua liked Olivia very much, this painting was his beloved item. He did not
want to give it to Olivia, so he thought of a way to make things difficult for her.
Joshua wanted this young lady to back off.
Unexpectedly, Olivia was so powerful that she dealt with it in no time. Not only did she
deal with it, but she also personally upgraded the Phil Group’s network security system.
Now that Joshua owed such a huge favor, no matter how reluctant to give this painting, he
had to part with it.
Joshua had just figured it out. Given Kelly and Olivia’s close relationship, it was likely that
Kelly asked Olivia for the painting and then gave it to Ian. Finally, Ian returned the painting
to Joshua on his birthday.
Joshua wondered, ‘It’s all my fault. I am old and muddle-headed. I have not thought of this
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmearlier.’
Joshua’s explanation made everyone’s eyes widen, They did not expect it to be the same
painting.
Joshua’s explanation convinced everyone, but Orson kept frowning.
Orson thought, ‘Something is wrong. The painting in Ian’s hand is clearly a fake painting
that I have sent over. How does it become the authentic painting in Joshua’s study? What
the hell is going on?’
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Orson could not help but ask Joshua, “Dad, who did you give this painting to back then?”
Joshua did not want to say anything more. He only said vaguely. “A young
friend.”
Orson nodded and looked at Ian. ‘Ian, where did you get this painting?”
Ian turned the chair and crossed his long legs as if he was in a daze. When he heard
Orson’s question, he suddenly looked up at him with a faint smile. He asked, “Uncle Orson,
you shouldn’t have asked me. I should have asked you. Didn’t you the one who thought of
a way to send this painting
to me?”