CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE

I walked up to collect the painting, trying to ignore the envious glances and murmurs around me. As I reached the front, I could hear the businessman muttering curses under his breath. I met his gaze and gave him a nod, savoring the moment.

“Congratulations,” the auctioneer said, shaking my hand. “You’ve made quite an impression.”

“Thanks,” I replied, trying to keep my tone humble. “I just came here to make a statement.”

When the room settled, people began to mingle and chat. I was basking in the afterglow of victory when my brothers stormed over. Jonathan’s face was a storm cloud, and William was right beside him, his fists clenched.

“Richard!” Jonathan’s voice was sharp. “You think you can just waltz in here and steal the show?”

“Steal?” I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I outbid everyone fair and square.”

William’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a thief. You’re a poor, illegitimate son who somehow manages to pull thirty million dollars out of nowhere. Where the hell did