The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

“Master Russell, please let me explain.” David was anxious as large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. Aiden was confused as he asked, “Mr.

White, what’s wrong with you?” David was troubled. He now knew why Russell had called him over, so he quickly said to Aiden, “Mr. Grant, I’m sorry. The painting that I sold you last time was a fake. I’ll refund you the money as soon as I get back.” “A fake?” Aiden shrieked. The crowd of people standing behind him all gasped, looking incredulous. Charles looked especially shocked and was utterly stunned. “Mr. White, what do you mean? What do you mean by ‘a fake’? I’ve spent two million to buy it!” Aiden was getting flustered, feeling his body alternate between hot and cold. “And Master Russell had said earlier that that painting is an authentic piece. Are you drunk?” David was now like a cat on a hot tin roof. Upon hearing the words ‘authentic piece’, he rushed over to the glass display and looked carefully at it before exclaiming, “This… this isn’t the one I sold you!” Of course, it was not. The others did not notice it, but David did. On the bottom right most corner of the painting, a few tiny words were stamped there, reading, ‘Received by Russell Field’. Everyone had been too focused on the painting that they did not notice this detail because there were just too many stamps at the bottom. “What? This isn’t the one you sold me?” Aiden was dumbstruck, feeling shocked. He had a bad feeling about this. Charles exclaimed in surprise, “Master Russell, Mr. White, just what is going on?”

Russell snorted. He got up and strode over to David. After glaring at the shorter man, Russell announced, “This painting is genuine, but it’s not the one Mr. Grant bought.” “Impossible, how could this authentic painting be…” Charles frowned hard. He was at a loss for words amidst his confusion. Just then, David had noticed the painting that was discarded on the ground. He picked it up, opened it, then exclaimed excitedly, “This! This is the one I sold to Mr. Grant.” The crowd looked toward the sound source to find that David was holding the fake painting that Charles had tossed into a corner earlier. In an instant, everyone’s expression changed! What was going on? Charles was now trembling in anger. Without caring for appearances, his face was blood-red as he roared, “Aiden, what is going on?!

it. He groaned, “How is that possible? I’ve spent two million to buy that painting, so how can it be a fake?” He then turned to glare at David. “Mr. White, you can’t lie through your teeth. Take a proper look again, that real painting is the one I bought from you.” How could David ever have the courage to

furious. “Don’t ever come to my house again, and all those gifts that you’ve brought over, take them back with you!” Aiden was unable to clear his name. He had no idea why David would say this in front of everyone. What would the man get out of it? Clenching his fists in a fury, Aiden glared at Philip before turning to leave. This day was just too embarrassing! More importantly, Uncle Johnston had now

interrupting him. The latter then shot a few eye signals at David. David immediately understood and corrected himself, “How

Cla-… Young man, you have great luck. Here is my name card.” Russell handed Philip a small card. Philip nodded faintly and took it. He knew that Russell was only doing this for

Russell dared not receive it and could barely stand straight, so he only