The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

“Of course,” answered Aiden proudly. Russell already knew that Aiden would say this. Hiding a smile, he continued to ask, “May I know which friend did Mr. Grant buy this from?” Upon hearing this, the delight on Aiden’s face grew. Could Russell want to be acquainted with that friend of his? This was an excellent opportunity for him to befriend Russell.

“President Field, his name is David White, the owner of an antique market.

He’s quite famous. I can call him over this instant.” Aiden smiled. “There’s no need.” Russell waved then took out his phone to say smilingly, “I’m acquainted with David White.” Of course, Russell knew David White. The man was a famous antique market owner, but at the same time, he had a notorious reputation within the community. The reason was that David was an expert at selling counterfeits and forged pieces. He often sold off his fakes to people who did not know better, and it looked like David had tricked Aiden. However, Russell did not feel an ounce of pity for him. He dialed the number and said faintly, “Mr. White, how are you doing?” On the other end of the call came the steady voice of a middle-aged man. With the typical tone of a dishonest trader and a voice deliberately pitched high, the man said, “Oh my, why did Master Russell call me up so suddenly today?

to take a look at some goods?” David was currently at his antique market shop, sitting on his vintage wooden armchair as he sipped on some tea. “Stop with all that nonsense and make a trip over to Civil Gallery,” Russell said rudely then

started up his Porsche and drove straight

knows Mr. White too? What a coincidence!” Russell did not say anything but sat

to do with the painting. Suddenly, a phone rang. In a corner, Philip received a text message from Russell, reading: Mr. Clarke, please don’t worry. I’ll teach this Aiden a lesson on your behalf. Philip looked up to see Russell smiling at him. After giving it a little thought, Philip decided not to stop him. Aiden, who had caught sight of this, was instantly annoyed. He went to Russell’s side and gossiped, “President Field, you shouldn’t waste your time on that Philip.” Russell’s expression darkened, but he did not say anything. On the inside, he had already jotted Aiden’s name down in his list of hated things. In less than ten minutes, a short, plump man in a suit named David White, appeared at the gallery. This guy’s face was glowing as he smiled at everyone he saw, looking like the god of laughter. “Master Russell,

nodded at the man

David then said faintly, “Well done, David. Your business seems to be going well.” David was stunned. He