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.”

a moment, he continued in a low and solemn voice, “If you’re not satisfied with it,

of respect for the Sorelle family. Wilfred gave him a tight smile,

Angeline’s face. Glancing at Joseline at the side, she chimed in coldly, “This is indeed a fine painting. If you can’t make sense of it, Grandpa, you can show it to Joseline.

single word brimmed with ridicule, jabbing at Joseline’s sore

and her face drained

just about to utter a reply when Wilfred, who sat at the side, pointed an accusing finger at Angeline.

he couldn’t quite catch

age in the first place and had been suffering from a heart condition all these

Angeline’s words right then, coupled with the unforgivable mistake she once committed popping into his mind, fury blazed within him. Ultimately, his eyes

changed drastically. She rushed over at

life is at risk! Hurry

hall plunged into chaos, shrill

wanted to rush forward,

firsthand. Why should I step forward and

stony expression flittered across her mesmerizing countenance. She timely halted her high heels from advancing and twisted

hall. Someone had even led the doctor over. Evander swung his gaze back and thoughtfully watched

Evander

sculpted,

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