Evander leaned exceedingly close to Angeline. Due to his tall figure, his shadow enveloped her entirely.

Everyone knew that Charlie Day passed away at the end of the last century.

Therefore, that question of his exposed Angeline to public scrutiny once more.

“Well…” She naturally wouldn’t say that the owner of the house she rented while abroad for five years happened to be Charlie Day’s eldest grandson, for Angeline promised him that she would take that secret to her grave.

“Charlie Day once wrote an autobiography. On the last page, he vowed that he would definitely have all his paintings reduced to ashes alongside him if he were to die one day. And so, I surmised that.”

When her gaze collided with that of Evander’s, she immediately averted her eyes guiltily.

“Is that so?” Evander took another step closer to her, deliberately lowering his voice.

Words eluded Angeline.

A smirk tugged at Evander’s lips. Seemingly disinterested in exposing her, he turned to look at Wilfred at the main seat, whose expression was as black as thunder.

“Old Mr. Sorelle, although the painting is a counterfeit, it was indeed by a renowned painter and is priceless.”

in a low and solemn voice, “If you’re not satisfied with

of his was a show of respect for the Sorelle family. Wilfred gave him a tight smile, the wrinkles on his face bunching together. “Of course not, Mr. Golding. I’m

is indeed a fine painting. If you can’t make sense

brimmed with ridicule, jabbing at Joseline’s sore

and her face

when Wilfred, who sat at the

badly, and he couldn’t quite catch his

bright red. He was advanced in age in the first place and had been suffering from a heart condition all these years, so his health had always been poor. If Joseline hadn’t insisted on throwing

fury blazed within him. Ultimately, his eyes rolled back into

expression changed drastically. She

call for an ambulance! Old Mr. Sorelle’s life is at risk! Hurry up and

initially boisterous hall plunged into chaos, shrill

the ground, Angeline instinctively wanted to rush forward, but she

Why should I step forward and invite contempt when I’d only end up stamped

timely halted her high heels from advancing and twisted them a fraction. Spinning on

had even led the doctor over. Evander swung his gaze back and thoughtfully watched as Angeline left, the look in his eyes as

the Maybach, Evander reclined

profile was distinctly sculpted, his jaw clenched tight. His expression was

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