Henry had just come out of the airport with a medical team formed by a group of stern and meticulous doctors as they followed behind him. If this scene was noticed by someone who knew the industry, they would definitely be shocked! The infamous medical team from Turner’s Hospital! They were not number one, but the only one! “Henry Turner?” Philip let out a cold laugh as his gaze fell on Jeffrey. “You should ask your nephew if he would let me meet you.” Nephew? Could it be Jeffrey? Henry seemed to have realized in an instant and quickly answered respectfully, “Mr. Clarke, there must be some sort of misunderstanding going on. Please pass the phone to Jeffrey, I’ll talk to him.” Philip mildly raised an eyebrow but tossed the phone to Jeffrey who was sitting on the sofa. “Your uncle’s looking for you.” Uncle? Jeffrey burst into anger and slammed a hand onto the table. “Bullsh*t! Why would my uncle call you?” As Jeffrey bellowed, suddenly a furious reproach sounded from the phon
His whole body was trembling as his gaze darted around. Upon seeing Philip, he crawled over on his knees and prostrated as he begged, “Ph… Philip, Brother Philip! Seeing as I’m a colleague of Deputy Manager Johnston, please forgive me this time. I won’t ever do it again.” Philip’s eyes were cold with underlying fury. “I do not wish to see him in Riverdale City ever again.” “Yes, Mr. Clarke!” Theo was a man of the underground world, so he could easily understand the meaning behind Philip’s words. With just an eye signal, two men grabbed Gavin who was wailing and howling for forgiveness and dragged him to another room. Gavin was so frightened that he wet and soiled himself on the spot, leaving a foul smell in his wake. “It’s your turn, Jeffrey Scott,” said Philip. Jeffrey hung his head and forced a smile. “Mr. Clarke, since my uncle is Henry Turner and you’re acquainted with him, let’s not create any bad blood. Let me go this time and I will never again step foot into Riverda
Philip nodded faintly, looking indifferent as he stood up and asked, “Professor Henry, do you have any opinion on this?” Henry glanced at Jeffrey, screaming on the floor, and then replied, “He asked for it. To have Mr. Clarke punish him for his wrongdoing is his honor.” His nephew had just been crippled, but the man said it was an honor instead. Theo inhaled a breath of cold air. He already knew that Mr. Clarke was not a regular man, but he never anticipated him to be this powerful! Henry Turner was the magnate of the medical world, the Healing Hand of God! He had cured so many prominent figures. The man was a living, breathing network! With just a few words from Henry, Theo could easily fall to the lowest level in society. At that moment, Jeffrey was still on the ground, staring at his uncle as he mumbled, “Uncle… avenge me…” Henry looked furious. Although he did not know exactly what his nephew did wrong, it must have been serious! “Director Stanley, take Jeffrey away and d
Philip got into the Audi and continued discussing Mila’s condition with Henry. Henry had already researched Mila’s condition for half a month now, and the success rate he could come up with was 80%! That meant a very high chance of complete recovery! They went to the hospital to take a look at Wynn. She was now safe but still unconscious due to the shock. Just after Philip left the hospital entrance with Henry, Keagan, and Theo in tow, he received a call from his father-in-law. Charles was furious as he bellowed, “Philip! Where did you run off to? Where’s the painting I told you to deliver?” Slap! Philip smacked his forehead then remembered that he had left the house this morning to deliver a painting to Civil Gallery. How could he have forgotten it? Without another thought, Philip quickly said, “Send me to Southville Street.” Theo immediately went up to open the door of his Benz, inviting Philip in. Henry and Keagan, too, wanted to invite Philip into their own cars, but they
Philip frowned at Aiden. The latter glared furiously at him and smirked. “You’re even late at the simple request of delivering a painting. Aren’t you just blatantly disrespecting Uncle Johnston?” Slap! Charles had come over with an infuriated expression and slapped Philip hard across the face. He bellowed in anger, “Why do I have such a useless son-in-law like you? You’re an embarrassment!” This sudden slap stunned everyone inside the exhibition hall. However, there was not a trace of sympathy on these people’s faces. Instead, it was filled with mockery. Watching Charles hit Philip in front of so many people made Aiden ecstatic. Great slap! Trash like this should get slapped more often. A biting chill flashed in Philip’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Lowering his head, Philip said, “I’m sorry, Dad. I was a little delayed on the way.” “Hmph!” Charles let out a cold snort. He took the painting, composed his emotions, then turned around smilingly to walk away. “Come, come,
At this thought, Charles glanced at Philip, who was standing idly in a corner. He snorted in annoyance and mumbled, “What a useless man!” Philip noticed his father-in-law looking at him, so he gave him a bright smile, but the older man only rolled his eyes at him. Okay, so the older man really did think nothing of him. Just then, outside of Civil Gallery, a luxurious Bentley stopped at the entrance. A few female receptionists quickly rushed over. Russell Field had specifically come to Civil Gallery today because he heard that there would be a treasure from China’s Ming Dynasty displayed today. An authentic painting by Tang Bohu! He was very intrigued. The man was a famous collector in the country, so when he heard that there would be a rare piece on display, of course, he had to see it with his own eyes! Soon after he stepped into the gallery, Russell’s identity caused an uproar. “Oh god! Isn’t that President Field from Civil Trading Group?” “The grandmaster of collectors i
With just one look, Russell could tell that this was not the painting he gave Mr. Clarke. This was a counterfeit! So, who gave this painting to Charles? It was even displayed in Civil Gallery, and it seemed like everyone here thought it was an authentic piece. While Russell was lost in thought, Charles started to talk about this painting ceaselessly, including an explanation of its origins. “Master Russell, this painting is a birthday gift from Addy. It’s a priceless piece. Would you like to appraise it?” Addy? Aiden! Russell stared at Aiden, who was smiling to his eyes with an odd look. The latter seemed full of himself. This was the man who was rude to Mr. Clarke earlier! With this, Russell now had a plan formed. Aiden, you’re dead meat! I will teach you a lesson in place of Mr. Clarke! Russell walked over to the glass display earnestly and started examining it. Everyone felt the air become tense and mysterious as they watched on. After all, this was Master Russell, a famous
A fake! The crowd in the gallery burst into an uproar. It was actually a fake! “Impossible! How could this be a fake? We’ve all seen it before. It’s a genuine piece.” Charles quickly explained. “Although I’m not as famous as Master Russell, I can still tell a painting’s authenticity. How could this be a fake?” Russell knew that Charles would be in denial, so he analyzed the painting on the spot. “This painting could be said to be mistaken for the genuine piece. It’s not surprising if you guys can’t tell. But if you all take a closer look, the lines on these few figures are not full enough. There is an obvious gradient shown on the lines and color. This is a defect caused by machines, and it’s very subtle so many people can’t actually tell…” As the crowd listened to Russell’s explanation, they finally realized the truth. “So, it’s a fake! Charles Johnston, you’re too much!” “Yeah! After a whole day of suspense, you ended up showing us a fake instead! What gives?” In an insta