The hall was silent. Mauro breathed in deeply before lifting up his face. He swept a gaze around the trembling men in the hall and stood. Raising two fingers, he told them, "You have just two days to find out who that man is... Just two days." Some of the men already began to nod when he suddenly added, "If none of you can provide substantial information, don't bother to show up in front of me again. Just go and jump off the bridge!" The heavily built men in the hall cowered at his words. They understood the underlying meaning of his statement. In order words, he was asking them to commit suicide which was a better choice than dying in his hands. Without needing a soothsayer, they all turned around and quickly scampered away. Their time was counting down. Mauro sighed and rubbed his aching temple. "I have no idea why I pay those fools so much and yet they can't do something so simple. How hard is it to find the identity of someone in my own city?" ___________ Thomas Sincl
The next day in front of Radiance Gallery was an astounding sight. Three heavy trucks headed into the storage facilities of the gallery. Kian, Savannah, Oscar and master Caldwell were watching them carefully. There was a look of astonishment on their faces, well except Kian. Savannah could hardly refrain from dropping her jaws. Just yesterday, Kian had assured her he was going to convince that billionaire tycoon and even get them supplies of Celestium pigments. Although she was slightly convinced by his confident words, inwardly she was a bit scared that he might just be bluffing. Not to mention, he even managed to convince that tycoon so quickly. But now as she watched these heavy trucks head to the storage facilities, she was momentarily dazed. BUZZ! The door of a storage room opened and the first truck drove in. Everyone watched in anticipation as the truck stopped and prepared to offload. They subconsciously held their breath as the truck driver shifted gears. The du
In a blink of an eye, some days had passed by quickly and it was almost half a month. Radiance Gallery was finally ready for the exhibition. It was the first public event the gallery would hold after the previous auction scandal.However, the gallery quickly ran into another trouble. Although they had already advertised the exhibition date, the number of the people that signed up was low.Savannah was currently staring at the register file the receptionist submitted to her. She rubbed her aching temple and sighed heavily."President," Oscar called out in a low tone. "If this continues, by the day of the exhibition, we may have more losses than the profits estimated."Savannah buried her face in her palms. She didn't need to be told twice. The exhibition was just two days away yet the number of the expected attendees isn't even up to fifty people. She could see the failure sign blaring in front of her. It seemed people were still wary of their gallery especially after the previous sca
Savannah couldn't sit still any longer and stood up abruptly. "Are you certain about what you are saying? Did you confirm it wasn't a prank call?" "President, I already carried out my investigation before calling you. Laurence Whitmore's official Tweeter page has announced it." Savannah no longer doubted the receptionist. She trembled with joy and instructed immediately, "Give them a positive answer immediately and make the necessary arrangements. This is a golden opportunity. Nothing must go wrong. We can't afford to mess up Laurence Whitmore's birthday banquet." "I understand, president. Nothing will go wrong," The receptionist assured and hung up the call. When Savannah dropped the telephone, she couldn't contain her joy. She walked around the table and told Oscar, "Mr Garcia, you don't need to worry about the exhibition anymore. It has been sorted out. Laurence Whitmore is going to hold his seventieth birthday right here in our gallery, during the exhibition." Oscar
Jasmine's face contorted, feeling very insulted. She used to be her grandfather's favorite grand-daughter. But after the incident with that scum Henry and her inability to manage the gallery, her grandfather has gradually grown distant from her."It's about Radiance Gallery. Didn't Oscar assure us that with his well proof plan, that gallery wouldn't last a week. Look at this," She slammed her phone on the desk angrily.Grandfather Wilson was incredibly displeased at her rude attitude but he still reached out and picked up the phone since he was the closest to it.He adjusted his glass frame and read the words displayed on it. His wrinkled eyes widened in disbelief. "What? How is this...""Father, let me see that," Edward frowned and collected the phone. Soon, his brows also furrowed after reading the news."Shouldn't the gallery have shut down by now? How could it be hosting Laurence Whitmore's seventieth birthday banquet?" Jasmine didn't bother to hide her hatred.This gallery shou
A hush fell upon the hall as the veil was pulled off, revealing a picturesque painting. The guests in the hall were completely entranced by the dazzling and serene painting that inexplicably filled them with calmness.They felt even if this painting was to enter a national contest, it would directly beat every other painting in the world and make history. They had never seen anything like it before."Is that really a painting? I want one too!""Master Caldwell announced his retirement some years ago. Who expected he would make a comeback with such an ethereal painting?""Did Master Caldwell really paint that in this gallery? It seems I have to purchase more paintings. I don't mind paying triple the price for something like that!"Murmurs filled the hall as the guests pointed excitedly at the painting. Laurence Whitmore also looked pleased with this gift. As a matter of fact, it was the best birthday gift one could have given him."Very good... I expected nothing less from a master li
When Savannah wandered off the group to get a drink, she instinctively looked over and was surprised to see Kian standing alone. The woman from earlier was nowhere to be seen. She frowned and headed towards him. He sensed her displeasure and was confused. "What's wrong? Did something happen again?" Didn't the advertisement go well just now? Why does she look a bit unhappy? Moreover, she was looking around him as if searching for someone. Although Kian was a great general who made decisive decisions on the battlefield, he seemed to be low on EQ and was completely oblivious to the reason she looked irked. Besides, the possibility of Savannah feeling a bit uneasy about Vivienne would never have crossed his mind. Seeing his expectant expression, Savannah regained her composure and felt she was overreacting. Should it matter if he and that unfamiliar woman were close with each other? "Nothing... It's just... You've been standing here alone for a while. Don't you need to come up
"Father, why do you have to hit him to make your opinion known?!" Bridget was unhappy that grandfather Wilson seems to take pleasure in hitting her husband frequently nowadays. She signaled to a servant to get her the first aid kit. Grandfather Wilson snorted and turned his face away. "Would I have to smack him with the little energy I have if he wasn't so foolish? Why do I have to teach him every single thing?!" Edward gritted his teeth, feeling extremely aggrieved but before he could speak, grandfather Wilson continued, "The children are right. We have to take that gallery back or snatch it away if possible!" Penelope, Julian and Jasmine all nodded in satisfaction at their grandfather's words. Edward clenched his fists and ignored the blood streaming down his face as he retorted, "Do you all think we can easily take away the gallery from that girl after it has projected to fame? Will she agree to it? Besides, we signed a contract, giving away that gallery ourselves." "W