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."

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

nodded. She had been searching for answers for a while now, but never

that the mysterious Phoenix was actually her mother

a map on

the map. Where was

needed to study

did this map

was a clue left behind

to leave after saying goodbye to Weston. As she reached the elevator doors, she heard someone call out behind her. "Miss Andrews!"

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

knew Simeon's true identity so there was

towards the painting with his eyes and Sylvia immediately

four meters away from Franklin and Jasper who were still

asked Sylvia

within this picture," said Simeon cautiously glancing around before continuing. "It depicts a secret laboratory where

Mr. Mcguire wants it because Tyrell

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

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

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

that. Just go," Sylvia whispered before walking

The Mcguire Residence.

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. The contrast between their relaxed demeanor and Mr. Mcguire's angry one

looked up at

expression on his face.

can't even handle such a small matter; yet you expect me to help save your

you properly next time." Mr. Mcguire quickly said, his eyes filled with fear, "My son is in grave danger right now, and besides, you are my only hope. I don't know who else I can

or curse at

father begging Tyrell like this. It was all because of her brother. Why did he have to be

her brother's stupidity, her father

phone screen, gave the father-daughter duo a disdainful glance, and said, "It's just an old painting. If we can't retrieve it, then we just won't. Nothing

frowned, his eyes full of

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

were enough

"Let's go!"