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."

Franklin took her hand in his large one, only then realizing how cold her

searching for answers for a while now, but never

hadn't told them was that the mysterious Phoenix was

there was a

at the map.

study it more

exactly did this

clue left behind

interest and prepared to leave after saying goodbye to Weston. As she reached the elevator doors, she

an elegant figure and handsome face which remained unaffected even though he seemed slightly out of breath from chasing

true identity so there was no need for polite small talk between

and Sylvia immediately understood what

four meters away from Franklin and Jasper who were still

buy this painting?" asked Sylvia curiously as

glancing around before continuing. "It depicts a secret

map; Mr. Mcguire wants it because Tyrell had been

back first? I'll

didn't get the painting, so he probably

he'll probably go after Mr. Maskelyne..." Simeon

Just go," Sylvia whispered before walking towards

The Mcguire Residence.

sitting on the couch leisurely sipping tea while holding a black cat in his arms. Mrs. Maskelyne was sitting next to him

slowly looked up at him,

Maskelyne, but Sylvia showed up out of nowhere..." Mr. Mcguire spoke meekly with a nervous expression on his

as dead water as he silently stared at Mr. Mcguire."You can't even handle such a small matter; yet

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

and want to blame me, you can hit me or curse at me. You can

Katie felt extremely sad seeing her father begging Tyrell like this. It was all because of her brother. Why did he have to be so stupid and foolish enough for someone else to catch

it weren't for her brother's stupidity, her father

and said, "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 on it anyway. They might not even understand what they're looking

Tyrell frowned, his eyes full of hostility. "The

Maskelyne stood up, her tall and slender figure exuding a strong presence. Even though

slim figure and well-maintained face were enough to

"Let's go!"