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 cold her

had been searching for answers for a while now, but

was that the mysterious

was a

squinted at the map. Where

to study it more

did this

was a clue left behind by her mother, or maybe

on, but Sylvia had lost interest and prepared to leave after saying goodbye to Weston. As she reached the elevator doors, she heard someone call out behind her. "Miss Andrews!" Turning around,

even though he seemed slightly out of

Sylvia knew Simeon's true identity so there was no need for polite

for a moment?" Simeon gestured towards the painting with his eyes and Sylvia immediately understood what he meant as they walked away together holding

meters away from Franklin and Jasper who were still engrossed in

asked Sylvia curiously as they

continuing. "It depicts a secret laboratory where

on this map; Mr. Mcguire wants it because Tyrell had been working in

take it back first? I'll be meeting Alby soon

Tyrell didn't get the painting, so he probably has another plan.

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

that. Just go," Sylvia whispered

The Mcguire Residence.

stormed into his home and saw Tyrell sitting on the couch leisurely sipping tea while holding a black cat in his arms. Mrs. Maskelyne was sitting next to him playing on her phone.

and slowly looked up at him, "Did you get

nervous expression on his face. "Sylvia offered too much money; you know our Mcguire Group doesn't have that much money

as he silently stared at Mr. Mcguire."You can't even

I will definitely help you properly next time." Mr. Mcguire

can hit me or curse at me. You can even make me kneel down. Just please save

of her brother. Why did he have to

for her brother's stupidity, her father wouldn't be

just an old painting. If we

if they do?" Tyrell frowned, his eyes full of

and slender figure exuding a

slim figure and well-maintained face were enough to make anyone gasp in

"Let's go!"