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."

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

been searching for answers for a while now, but never seemed to get

she hadn't told them was that the mysterious Phoenix was

was a map on

at the map. Where was

needed to study

exactly did this map

clue left behind by her mother, or

As she reached the elevator doors, she heard someone call out behind her. "Miss Andrews!" Turning around, she

handsome face which remained unaffected even though he seemed slightly out of breath from chasing after her so

identity so there was no need for polite small

eyes and Sylvia immediately understood what he meant as they walked away together holding onto the artwork with their

four meters away from Franklin and Jasper

did you buy this painting?" asked Sylvia

continuing. "It depicts a secret laboratory where illegal

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

also wants it, then why don't you just take it back first? I'll

and said, "Be careful. Tyrell didn't get

painting is with you now, so he'll probably go after Mr. Maskelyne..." Simeon looked

Just go," Sylvia whispered before walking towards

The Mcguire Residence.

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

slowly looked up at

sorry, Mr. Maskelyne, but Sylvia showed 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

stared at Mr. Mcguire."You can't even handle such a small matter;

I really don't have anyone else to turn to except for you. This time, it was my mistake, but I will definitely help you properly next time." Mr. Mcguire quickly said, his eyes filled with fear, "My son is in grave danger right now, and

to blame me, you can hit me or curse at me. You can even make me

of her brother. Why did he have to be so stupid and foolish

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

painting. If we can't retrieve it, then we just won't. Nothing will happen if

do?" Tyrell frowned, his eyes full of hostility. "The

Mrs. Maskelyne stood up, her tall and slender

and well-maintained face were enough to make anyone

"Let's go!"