The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Viola nodded, a playful smile gracing his lips. “Dad, when someone asks about the painting, just say that you bought it from someone whose appearance you can’t quite recall. As for the story of how you acquired it, let your imagination run wild! You can brag and embellish as much as you want, as long as it doesn’t stray too far from the main idea.”

Jacob looked surprised and suggested, “Good son-in-law, couldn’t I simply say that it was a gift from a friend or part of my personal collection? Wouldn’t that save face?”

Viola’s expression turned serious. “Dad, other people may not know about this painting, but my client does. If they discover that you’ve used someone else’s painting to boast, they might hold me responsible. Follow my advice instead. If people find out that we are protecting their privacy and not trying to show off, they’ll feel more at ease.”

Jacob sighed with a hint of resentment. “Alright, I’ll do as you say.”

A slight smile played on Viola’s lips as he placed his hand on Jacob’s arm. He spoke earnestly, “Dad, from now on, remember that you bought this painting near the gate of Thompson First. Someone whose face you can’t recall stopped you and insisted on selling it to you for a mere hundred dollars.”

As he spoke, a trace of reiki subtly entered Jacob’s mind, planting a psychological suggestion that would only be triggered when asked about the painting’s origin.

Subconsciously, Jacob nodded. In that moment, a seed had been firmly planted within him.

inquired, “Dad, where

this painting would still be hidden behind a fake! On Antique Street, someone tried to

painting—it was thicker than usual! I suspected there was something hidden within, so I pretended to fall for the trick and bought the fake painting for 5,000 dollars. When I returned

It seemed that Jacob, as an

naturally perform the role he had

this painting. Nevertheless, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that Jacob, being the father-in-law, might inadvertently

father-in-law had fully embraced the act, Viola nodded with satisfaction. It appeared that not only had Jacob remembered

in Jacob’s heart, he firmly believed that he had stumbled upon this painting himself. However, to avoid giving the impression that it was purely luck,

probed, “Dad, don’t you think it’s a bit too much to brag to our

good son-in-law, you know me too well. Yes,