After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 830

Franklin narrowed his eyes and a hint of indulgence flashed in them. "Because you like it," he said.

So he wanted to bring everything she liked to her.

Sylvia didn't say anything more, but a warm current inexplicably surged from the bottom of her heart.

She carefully examined the painting, and it was obvious that the yellowish background was not made of paper.

Jasper picked up the magnifying glass next to the card holder prepared for the auction and studied it carefully in front of the painting. "This seems to be..." As Sylvia said, it was human skin.

The painting was too old, but you could still see this thin layer of skin that was very soft, smooth and delicate. Completely different from sheepskin or animal skins.

None of them were frightened by this fact; they did not feel any inner horror or gloom because it was human skin.

Instead, several people sitting behind them shuddered a bit. "Miss Andrews is too scary! Why buy a picture made with dead human skin?"

"Yeah! I've read online novels before where they talk about how there are grudges on things like this..."

"Are you addicted to online novels? Can we really believe what's written there?"

Weston's mouth twitched. "This is such a cruel method - peeling off someone's skin to make art."

"This painting has been specially treated so that it has been preserved for at least ten years instead of over twenty years," Sylvia said as if she knew something special about it.

"Ten years? How do you know?" Weston paused for a moment. "About a week ago when an antique shop almost closed down for business hours, a man dressed in black rushed into my store saying he wanted to sell me this painting." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I didn't pay much attention then until one clerk informed me that I had acquired something special - an artwork painted on human skin which had been preserved for at least 20 years and also happened to be Phoenix's work. So I hurried back here and bought it."

"What about that man dressed in black?" Sylvia looked at him intently. "Is he still around?"

"He left immediately after receiving payment; I don't know who he is," Weston shook his head slightly as many people come into antique shops selling their wares every day; It's impossible every time asking these customers' privacy details.

Sylvia's dark eyes were coldly intent. "Find out who he is."

"Boss," Weston looked puzzledly at Sylvia while his heart beat wildly without knowing why... He felt something strange about all this. "Is there anything wrong with this picture? Why are you so obsessed with acquiring it?"

"I know Phoenix," Sylvia's voice seemed to travel through the dark. "She taught me how to paint on skin, and I can do it too. But... this painting isn't from twenty years ago, it's from about ten years ago. So... I'm thinking that maybe she didn't actually die."

find out where Phoenix is?" Franklin took her hand in his large one, only then realizing how

answers for a while now,

was that the

was a map on

the

needed to study it more

exactly did

it was a clue left behind

goodbye to Weston. As she reached the elevator doors, she heard someone call out

unaffected even though he seemed slightly out of

true identity so there was no need for

the painting with his eyes and Sylvia immediately understood what he meant as they walked away together holding

four meters away from Franklin and Jasper who were

you buy this painting?" asked Sylvia curiously

cautiously glancing around before continuing. "It depicts a secret laboratory where illegal activities involving non-human research are being

to get my hands on this map; Mr. Mcguire wants

it back first? I'll be meeting Alby soon and by then we'll study it

and said, "Be careful. Tyrell didn't get the painting, so he probably has another plan.

knows the painting is with you now, so he'll probably go after Mr.

worry about that. Just go," Sylvia

The Mcguire Residence.

in his arms. Mrs. Maskelyne was sitting next to him playing on her phone. The contrast between their relaxed demeanor and

looked up

up out of nowhere..." Mr. Mcguire spoke meekly with a nervous expression on his face. "Sylvia offered too much money; you know our Mcguire Group doesn't have that

cold as dead water as he silently stared at Mr. Mcguire."You can't even handle such a

it was my mistake, but I will definitely help you properly next time."

hit me or curse

because of her brother. Why did he have to be

stupidity, her

"It's just an old painting. If we can't retrieve it, then we just won't. Nothing will happen if those people got their hands

Tyrell frowned, his eyes full of hostility. "The consequences

stood up, her tall and slender

figure and well-maintained face were enough

"Let's go!"