Savannah and Kian looked in the direction of the door as the remaining gallery's staff scuffled in slowly. The receptionist was in the front, followed by some other unfamiliar people.Oscar Gray reclined in his chair and watched as the staff looked at Savannah; their expressions were unreadable but there was an obvious sense of hostility as they quickly looked away.They didn't make any attempt to sit down and lingered by the door, making Savannah feel awkward. But she forced a smile and greeted them first."Hello, please have your seats."Instead of responding to her greeting or even courteously welcoming her, they remained silent.Savannah was taken aback by their cold attitude and couldn't help wondering if something was wrong. She watched them exchange glances and whisper under their breath before they finally began to sit. The tension in the room only got heavier with every slow scrape of a chair being pulled back.Kian arched a brow at this but remained silent, just observing f
"Hey! Who are you? How dare you talk so insensitively?" One of the staff yelled at Kian. The latter didn't seem to take offense to his words and simply sat up casually."I'm actually curious... Where exactly are you getting all this information seeing as you are all pretty quick to judge?"The smug expressions on the faces of the gallery's staff faltered and they hesitated to speak. Kian didn't miss the way they exchanged a look as if unsure of how to respond.Oscar watched quietly, a dark expression forming on his face slowly as the staff were unable to refute Kian's words. His eyes locked with one of the staff and he gave the man a cold glaring signal.The man quickly stepped up and stuttered, "It’s just... Everyone’s been talking. We’ve heard things.""Things? Or rumors?"Silence settled in the room as the staff shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Oscar's smirk was now barely noticeable as he gritted his teeth.Kian tapped his fingers on the table loudly, making some of the staff
Kian arched his brow. Exciting news? He had just started to type a response when another message popped up.[There's a price on your head]His fingers froze on the screen and he cursed under his breath. How was this exciting?[General, I’ve received word that the Sinclairs and the Grays have colluded and placed a bounty on your head. Anyone who captures you alive and delivers you to them will be rewarded with a staggering sum of seventy billion dollars]Kian's gaze hardened, and his face turned icy as a cruel smirk twisted his lips. How exciting!Those senile, old bastards. They were even daring to use money they had stolen from his own family to try and assassinate him.They will get what is coming for them! If he didn't pile the city's cemetery with their corpses, then he was a bastard![Keep an eye on them]Wesley on the other side was puzzled when he read this message. What does the general mean by this? Are there no instructions on how to deal with those people?If the general ga
When Savannah heard the receptionist's words, she trembled and her face turned pale. The receptionist wasn't particularly quiet so some of the guests heard her also. The word quickly spread around and glaring gazes were directed in Savannah's expression. "What a great gallery you have found for me this time! You even dared to deceive other people!" The old man on the stage sneered, aggravating the situation. At this point, someone switched on the cam and everyone could hear and see what was going on in the lobby on the big screen. Savannah gasped slightly when she saw the angry crowd. They were not fifty! They were hundreds! "Why don't you let us in and give us our refunds?!" "Selling fake oil paintings as original at a more expensive price than the original. Aren't you people scared of having your bladders rotten from guilt?!" "I bought so many paintings the last time thinking I struck gold but they turned out to be fake. Pay up!" "Radiance Gallery, you owe so much mo
The debts left by the Wilson's family for Savannah to pay amounted to billions of dollars. At that moment, she was as cold as ice, realizing she would never be able to repay such an amount in a lifetime. Oscar who was being helped off the floor concealed his smile as he looked at the people yelling and demanding for refunds. This was the third condition he had given the Wilson's family. Every valuable piece in the gallery was to be swapped for a fake and sold at a cheap price that would attract a large crowd. Naturally, these people wouldn't want to admit that they bought forged paintings at a befitting price. They were greedy and wanted to make their own gain, thus demanding to be refunded the original amount the real painting is worth. There was no evidence to prove they purchased the paintings at a lower price anyway as every financial record has been doctored leaving behind only a trail of astronomical bills. As Oscar was commending himself secretly, Savannah suddenly
Stunned silence settled over the hall as the crowds looked at each other in surprise. Did they hear him right? He wants to buy out all their companies? Haha! Every one of them present there were collectors for different distinguished art firms. These firms collaborated with prominent galleries and museums, not only in Valoria country but around the world. Now this nobody... A mere spokesman was talking so arrogantly, blatantly declaring that he was going to buy out their firms like it was a piece of cake. How ridiculous! "Bwahaha!" Laughter erupted in the hall as the crowd held their stomachs and looked at Kian like they were staring at a fool. To them, he was indeed foolish! "What did you say? You are going to acquire all our firms? How much do you get paid for being that man's spokesman?" Someone from the crowd snickered at Kian. "Wait... Is it because of the peanuts you are paid from that job that causes you to run off your mouth like this?" "If wishes were horses, ev
No one dared to refute Kian's words or dared to stay any longer. With their hearts in their throats, they tore the receipts and fled, their tails between their legs. In the twinkling of an eye, the hall was silent, only a trail of shredded papers was visible. Kian turned around to see Savannah and others looking at him in a daze. He rubbed his nose helplessly and almost facepalmed. Now he has to make up an explanation for his actions. Why didn't he think of this before acting so recklessly in front of them? "You... What just... How did you do that?" Savannah could barely construct a complete sentence. Still rubbing his nose, Kian explained without batting an eye, "Remember, my boss is an investor. He tasked me with finding more companies for him to invest into. So I simply recommended those firms to him." "Oh." It made sense. Only someone like that mysterious tycoon would act so recklessly and buy out those firms without any investigation. He was wealthy so he could aff
However, Oscar quickly composed his expression and forced a smile, "Are you referring to the legendary artist, Zane Moreau?"Zane Moreau was a famous artist whose vibrant paintings have been showcased in prestigious galleries in Valoria country, even extending globally currently.His paintings had won several awards in international art contests and some of his artworks were proclaimed widely to have been sold for several millions.Although he was a hot topic in the art industry, Kian doesn't consider artists like him who only rose to fame in the past few years as legendary.He couldn't be compared to Jasper Caldwell whose artworks have been showcased in prominent museums in the world or Isla Monroe who has been holding a high record in the art industry for years.If Zane Moreau met these people, he still had to bow before them and call them masters. But Kian didn't voice out his thoughts and simply listened to their conversation."Yes, he is the one I am talking about," Savannah smil