“Thanks, Partner,” Liam sent his reply to Thomas’s text and slipped his phone back into his pocket. At this time, the guests had already begun bidding for the painting and the current bid was $160 million. Liam casually raised his placard and declared his own bid. “170 million!” “180 million!” Another guest, a well dressed elderly woman countered immediately, a haughty smile playing on her wrinkled lips. Liam didn’t seem fazed at all as he raised his placard again. “200 million!” He had prepared for this particular bid and wouldn’t let the old hag deter him. Adrian observed Liam’s confident demeanor with a mischievous smile on his lips. Although he wasn’t interested in getting the painting, he decided to place a bid just to rile Liam up. “210 million!” he announced, raising his placard. Liam’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with irritation towards Adrian. “Hey you idiot! Don’t try what you did to Nathan with me.” he growled, but quickly composed himself when Jonathan gave h
Liam’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor at Adrian’s revelation. How had he discovered that he was Mr. M? His eyes flickered towards Thomas Hardy, who mirrored his expression as the guests’ attention became fixated on them. Thomas gave him a signal to do something, and Liam regained his composure, his lips pursing into a thin line as he glared daggers at Adrian. “That’s a lie!” he defended, pointing a finger at Adrian, then at Jonathan Reid. “The both of them, who happen to be close acquaintances with Nigel Hunter, are just making up stories against me and Thomas Hardy, someone I just only met at this event.” A devious grin appeared on his lips as a plan to turn the tables against them formed in his head. “As a matter of fact,” he continued, while still glaring at Adrian. “I’m very sure they are in cahoots with Nigel Hunter, who is the actual fraud here! The artist who had forged this painting in question happens to be the father-in-law of that man over there,” he pointed specifical
Adrian pressed play on the tape recorder, and everyone listened in as two unmistakable voices echoed through the speaker. FLASHBACK TO EARLIER THAT DAY Adrian had just returned from visiting his mother at the hospital, when Jonah Leigh called him with information regarding the instructions Adrian had given him. “Good morning, young master.” Jonah greeted respectfully. “I’ve been able to reach out to the police officer who will facilitate Vincent Davies’s release. He assured me that Mr. Vincent would be released before the day ends.” Adrian nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “That’s good, Jonah. What about the evidence I asked you to find against Thomas Hardy and his partner?” “I was also able to get it, young master.” Jonah replied curtly and began explaining. “I hired a private investigator to keep an eye on Thomas Hardy, and they discovered he had frequently been in contact with a particular someone, whom he also met with at a restaurant yesterday. My priv
The morning after the auction, Adrian had just finished with his morning routine, when he remembered that he hadn’t told Anita the good news about the outcome of the previous night, so he decided to call her. “Hey, Adrian,” Anita’s gentle voice rang out through the receiver. “I was just about to call you. Were you able to succeed at the auction last night?” “Hey Anita,” Adrian replied and was about to tell her the truth, when he had a mischievous idea to pull her legs a little. He instantly feigned a somber tone as he began explaining. “I’m sorry, Anita, I wasn’t able to. Nathan derailed my plans and I couldn’t get the jade pipe. I also wasn’t able to get the evidence regarding your father. I know your hopes must be dashed right now.” Anita sighed audibly from the other end of the line and was about to speak, but someone else interjected in a nagging voice—it was Regina. It turns out that Anita had put the phone on speaker while getting dressed for work and Regina had been by h
Later that afternoon, Adrian arrived at Happy Desserts Bakery, an enigmatic one storey building with a brown brick exterior. A giant cupcake-shaped signboard hung proudly from the highest point of the building with the words, ‘Happy Desserts Bakery’ displayed in neon letters on it. A smaller signboard was also placed by the side of the bakery’s entrance, with the words, ‘Wibston’s 15th Annual Bake-off’ boldly inscribed on it. Adrian placed his hand on the brass handle of the glass door and pushed it open, the aroma of freshly baked treats enveloping him in the process. As he glanced around the spacious interior of the bakery, he saw bakers, each dressed in a different colored uniform with a name tag indicating their bakery, standing in their respective stations as they buzzed with anticipation for the start of the competition. He pulled out his phone and was about to call Vincent to ask him if he had arrived, when he spotted Ashley talking to Vincent at her station. And as if she
Fred’s eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring like that of a bull. “You dare be so brazen as to challenge me?!” “Ignore him, sir.” Maya interjected, her distaste for Adrian growing by the second. “He’s not worth your anger at all.” A smirk grew on Adrian’s lips. “If he ignores me, that means he’s a big coward.” his smirk then widened as he raised a brow at Fred. “Are you going to be a big coward?” Steam could almost be seen coming out of Fred’s ears as his face reddened. “I’m not a coward!” he gritted and puffed out his chest. “I face whatever challenges thrown at me head on and I always win. So try me!” “Now that’s the spirit!” Adrian cheered, his tone laced with sarcasm. “The bet is simply ‘winner takes all.’ Whoever ends up winning the bake-off between this bakery and your bakery, gets ownership of the loser’s bakery.” Ashley and Vincent simultaneously turned to look at Adrian, their eyes widening as they looked at him like he had grown two heads. “What do you think you’re
The host dragged out the anticipation for a moment longer, before he finally announced the winner. “Ashley Stevens of Happy Desserts Bakery!” The crowd erupted in cheers and Adrian and Vincent stood out in the audience as they gave Ashley ecstatic grins with their thumbs up. Ashley also mirrored their expressions as she mouthed, “I’m so glad I won this round.” Maya huffed and stomped her feet in anger. Then, she glanced at Fred with an exasperated expression on her face, and he subtly gestured for her to follow him with a head nod. He then stood up and walked out of the main bakery hall, and after a few minutes, Maya secretly sneaked out and followed in the direction Fred had just left in Shortly after, Adrian felt like using the restroom, and turned to Vincent. “Mr. Davies, do you have any idea where the restrooms are? I need to relieve myself before the second round begins.” “Yes I do, son. Once you make a turn by that hallway over there,” he gestured towards a narrow hallway
The entire baking hall fell silent as all eyes turned to Adrian who sported a calm expression. Maya's smug smirk faltered and was replaced by a look of shock, while Fred's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing in anger. “W-what are you talking about?” Maya stumbled out, as she feigned surprise. “I’m talking about the fact that you intentionally poisoned your own pastry,” Adrian replied in a disgusted voice. “You also planned to put the blame on your fellow competitor from Happy Desserts Bakery, Ashley Stevens, in order to sabotage her chances of winning this competition, isn’t that right?” A collective gasp erupted from the crowd. Even the host, the other bakers, and the judges were not left out of the rising tension. Maya's eyes widened as she pointed a trembling finger at Adrian. “He's lying! I-I never did any of that!” Fred’s veins sizzled with a mix of shock and rage. Adrian had somehow gotten to know about their plans, but he wasn’t going to admit to any of it. “Bumpkin!