CHAPTER 87

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