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Chapter 890

Johanna glanced at the paintings on the wall. To her surprise, every piece was signed by the

same name-MK.

Two of them she even remembered seeing years ago in Jamie’s study at the Walton family estate. They had hung there for as long as she could recall, though back then she had paid them little mind. Johanna had never cared for art; her eyes had merely skimmed over them once or twice.

But now, standing in Jamie’s study, her gaze lingered on Nightfall-the very painting she and Victoria had admired at the auction. Only now did she realize her brother had even brought those old canvases from the family estate with him.

The fact that he had gone to such lengths made clear just how much these works meant to him.

And when the subject turned to something he loved, Jamie-usually so reserved-spoke more than usual. The oppressive chill he carried seemed to lift.

“The first time I laid eyes on MK’s work,” he said, “I knew the artist would achieve greatness one day. Back then, he must have been new; the pieces weren’t expensive. At the time, I hadn’t yet claimed the head seat of the Walton family. I had little money of my own, and works by the true masters were far beyond my reach.”

Few who love art can resist collecting it. Jamie was no exception. But though he bore the Walton name, he had never been valued-only suppressed and trampled. His life had been harder than that of an ordinary man.

longed for, he couldn’t afford. The

something I loved-something

on, whenever MK released a painting, Jamie was the first

the fight for power, he no longer had time to follow art. Only after seizing the patriarch’s seat did he send people searching everywhere for MK’s works. Yet few remained in circulation, and it seemed the artist

prized MK’s art so deeply. These paintings had

“She even mentioned wanting to meet him someday, to talk about

of regret flickered

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silent sigh. It was only at moments like this that her

before Jamie asked, “What was it you wanted

Johanna hesitated, then confessed.