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.

guys once organized an art gallery, right?" I asked cautiously as I fixed my gaze on Mr.

Johnson was slightly taken aback. Shock flashed

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

would be sure not to give up

must have something major to do with the disappearance of this art gallery, and how I was not

He seemed to be evaluating if I had triggered the outline of a certain truth he didn't want to

crossed his

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

His words caught me by surprise, yet had

it suddenly disappeared? If it's not just to earn money, what else was it for? To appreciate

mouth. Each of these questions had answers that I desperately

Johnson sighed, his gaze seemed to pierce through the

truth so easily, but no matter what the truth was, he couldn't hide it any longer. No matter

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