Rewriting My Heart's Fate

After that, Jack was thrown in prison because of his wrongdoings. He didn't even bother paying Grandma a visit when she passed away.

It was impossible for bastards like him to not prepare a backup plan for himself.

Mr. Johnson heard what I said and surprise fleeted in his eyes. Then, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

He stood up slowly and walked to the window. As he looked out at the beautiful scenery, it seemed like he was trying to find the right words to say what he was about to say next.

A moment later, he turned around and looked at me again. His tone was solemn and weighted.

"You've mentioned about assets, Ms. Wiley. This isn't something that could be clearly explained in just a few words. Just like what you said, he is a complicated man, and his actions had multiple reasons behind them."

He walked over to a drawing on the wall and caressed its mantle gently.

"This drawing was his gift to me while we were collaborating. It's not just a piece of art, but also a witness of our partnership. The assets you asked about are like the story behind these drawings. Complex, intricate, and hard to explain in a few words." A mix of emotions arose in my heart as I listened to Mr. Johnson. I knew he didn't answer my question directly.

As I was having my doubts, I realized there was something wrong with the drawing.

was no handcrafted masterpiece. This was a reproduced

guys once organized an art gallery, right?" I asked cautiously as I fixed my gaze on Mr. Johnson's face, trying to capture every

slightly taken aback.

your way of earning money. You guys would purposefully look for

would be

of this art gallery, and how I was not familiar with the gallery at all.

looked at me. He seemed to be evaluating if I had triggered

sitting down, he crossed his hands on his knees and spoke softly after

observation is impressive, Ms. Wiley, but please allow me to correct you.

me by surprise, yet had

it suddenly disappeared? If it's not just to earn money,

series of questions escaped my mouth. Each of these questions had answers that I desperately

sighed, his gaze seemed to

knew he wouldn't expose the truth so easily, but no matter what the truth was, he couldn't hide it

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