Richest Mogul

Chapter 1243

That was a cursed painting from the Wiktorian Era.

Edwin looked at the painting, stunned. “Is something wrong with this painting? But it’s impossible. My uncle gave it to me and said he spent a million dollars on it.”

It was such a beautiful painting, yet it turned out to be cursed.

Uncle? Skylar thought of Ernest, Edwin’s uncle.

“There’s something off about this painting. It’s like it has some kind of magic, making it hard to look away,” Caleb remarked.

Seeing Edwin’s stunned expression, Skylar asked “Did he give you anything else?”

“No, this painting was a gift from him over a month ago. Could he have purposely given it to me to harm me?” Edwin might be morally questionable, but he wasn’t stupid.

Even in his drunken state, Edwin realized that if Ernest knew this painting was cursed and still gave it to him, it could mean Ernest had intended to harm him.

respond. They could only deduce whether Ernest intended to harm

focused on a few areas in the painting, noticing

stains of blood.

she placed her hand on it, her mind was suddenly filled with vivid images of women and children meeting tragic ends, as well as scenes of young women being forced by Edwin. Even Molly’s twisted face appeared, morphing into the woman

closed her eyes, suppressing the unsettling visions that swirled

had felt as if something was strangling him. This painting wasn’t just a simple cursed object. Destroying it wouldn’t remove

can destroy this painting, but you know what you’ve done over

for so long, never considering doing any good. So, it’s impossible to fully negate the harm this cursed painting has

painting is dealt with, Mr. Martin will still suffer from

After living

Chapter 1243

up instantly. “What are you saying? I’ll still have nightmares? Then, what’s the point of having you here? Are you trying to scam me? Skylar, how

Caleb quickly grabbed his arm. “Skylar is extremely busy, and people line up to get her help. If it weren’t for you being Joe’s father, she

come at all!

thousand dollars. It was less than what others paid her as pocket money. Mr. Martin, you better think

still so clueless while doing every despicable thing imaginable, yet