The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

With just one look, Russell could tell that this was not the painting he gave Mr. Clarke. This was a counterfeit! So, who gave this painting to Charles?

collector in Riverdale City. If he, too, held this painting in high regard, it must be an authentic piece! It must be priceless! As he stood beside Russell, Charles was like a little child, unable to conceal the pride and joy on his face. He was already beginning to imagine how his fame would rise up as a collector in Riverdale City. With this thought, he felt greater favor for Aiden and nodded at him. Seeing Uncle Johnston this elated, Aiden was naturally cheerful. He looked at Philip who was standing in a corner and tilted his head up, looking smug. Philip only smiled faintly then lowered his head to toy with his phone. What was he doing? He was, of course, giving Agnes a task. ‘Agnes, check where the nearest place that sells Harley bikes is.

She was wearing a white shirt, a black skirt, and black stilettos. The skin on her legs was soft and smooth like a newborn’s. She looked bewildered as she stared at the text message then quickly replied: Boss, do you mean to say that you want to switch out all of our company’s delivery scooters with Harley bikes? Agnes felt her head spin. For the first time, she experienced just how rich Philip was! One Harley bike cost tens of thousands, and the price increased ten folds if it was a better one. There were about a

move attracted the attention of everyone in the gallery. People were even starting to praise Charles, and that made Charles feel even more ecstatic. “Master Russell, how is it? What would this authentic piece by Tang Bohu be worth in the market?” After Russell was done looking,