Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"Thank you for your kindness. I'll come over to visit you tomorrow morning and I hope to get some useful information from you." I tried to sound calm and firm without letting personal feelings interfere with the conversation I was about to have with lan. After hanging up, an unknown feeling arose in my heart.

Ethan Grayson. This name bore a heavy weight in my heart. It made me want to run away from him, yet I was inexplicably drawn to him.

However, I knew that this wasn't the right time to pursue personal relationships like this.

I needed to first solve the riddle ahead of me, find the missing art gallery, and uncover the secrets behind it.

This was no longer just related to my father's assets, but also an endless pursuit of art and truth for me.

I had arrived on time at the Grayson residence the morning of the following day. lan was already waiting for me in his study. There was a faint smile on his face as his deep eyes shone with wisdom.

The study was filled with the woody scent of books. There were a few old paintings on the wall, exhibiting the Grayson's rich cultural heritage.

"Ms. Wiley, you're here." lan's voice was gentle yet firm. He gestured for me to take a seat.

I didn't expect us to meet in such unique circumstances, all because his attitude toward me had changed drastically.

remembered how unpleasantly we parted the last time we met after we argued. I didn't expect us to be able to sit together in the same

for me because of the art

small talk. We went straight

I believe you must know something. What is the relation between Jack

difficult for me, especially right now

to

of the arts and was one of

art gallery as not just a platform to display artistic masterpieces, but it was also a miniature

be able to get in touch with real art through

the beauty of

the artistic world was always filled with

some war for profit. Then, that art gallery had disappeared, but it was not something that had happened all of a sudden,

was drawn to lan's words. Shock and doubt

who could give it all just for gains, but I

little. The impression he gave me was