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.

but didn’t respond. They could only deduce whether

the painting, noticing that some of the red

stains of blood.

ends, as well as scenes of

the unsettling visions that swirled

something was strangling him. This painting wasn’t just a simple cursed object. Destroying it wouldn’t remove its impact on

done over the years. See the

so long, never considering doing any good. So, it’s impossible to fully negate

was stunned. “So even if the painting is dealt with, Mr. Martin will still suffer from nightmares,

She had said years ago that Edwin wouldn’t live long as actions have consequences. After living with Molly for so many years and being influenced by evil forces,

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sobered 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 dare

his hand to slap her, but Caleb quickly grabbed his arm. “Skylar is extremely busy, and people line up to get her help.

come at all!

for a hundred thousand dollars. It was less than what others paid her as pocket

live so long and still so clueless while doing every despicable thing imaginable, yet he still hoped for a