The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 740

Ian slowly unrolled the scroll.

Joshua looked on in anticipation. He had only seen one of Darian’s paintings and had

never seen anything else.

The scroll opened, and a familiar painting appeared in front of them.

Joshua was stunned. The Phil family and the others immediately fell silent, their eyes filled

with shock.

Lucia could not help but say loudly, “Isn’t this Grandpa’s painting?”

After her reminder, some of the Phil family who did not remember and only felt that the

painting looked familiar all remembered.

Wasn’t this the painting that was hung in Joshua’s study?

Joshua loved this painting the most. He often opened it to admire and copy it. Almost all of

the Phil family had seen this painting before.

Walton turned his gaze and suddenly became excited. He shouted, “Ian gave a fake for

Dad!”

A fake?

Not only were the Phil family present but there were also esteemed guests. When they

heard that it was a fake, they were all shocked.

Ian was a person of great presence, and those who casually deceived him would not have

he was the head of the

fake as a

out, it would

time, the way everyone looked at

forward, pretending to be kind-hearted, and attempted to

and the fakery

not realize immediately

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has always been in Fesmuowana and

traditional art.”

his anger. He was very dissatisfied

opportunity, he would not let

if lan is not knowledgeable about traditional artworks, don’t

of the Walter family, yet he is fooled with

simply isn’t being careful.”

speaking, he looked at the silent Joshua. “Dad, look. This is

doesn’t care about your birthday gift at

but he still used a fake to

said in a low voice. His tone

Walton was dissatisfied. “You’re still

scold Walton. “Stop talking. Ian didn’t do it on purpose. If he

why would he

he did it on purpose. I’m just

birthday is such an important

he paid more attention, he wouldn’t have

turned to Ian. He said in an elder’s

you get this

the crowd said, Ian remained calm and did not

anything.

Ian heard Orson’s question,

and calm, like a deep pool, carrying