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.

handcrafted masterpiece. This

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

Johnson was slightly taken aback. Shock flashed quickly in his

earning money. You guys would purposefully look for artists to reproduce drawings and sell

would be sure not to give up that

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

became really complicated as he looked at me. He seemed to be evaluating if I had triggered the outline of a certain truth

sauntered slowly back to the couch and after sitting down, he crossed his hands on his knees and spoke softly

is impressive, Ms. Wiley, but please allow me to correct you. The existence of the art gallery isn't

frowned. His words caught me by surprise, yet

right now? Why had it suddenly disappeared? If it's not just to earn money, what else was it for? To

mouth. Each of these questions had answers that

sighed, his gaze seemed to pierce through

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

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