Chapter 375

Zeb, Gina, Cindy, and Peter all laughed at Randall’s words.

Helen just happened to be done greeting guests when she came and heard them laughing.” What’s going on? Why’s everyone laughing?”

Peter quickly told her, “Frank brought a present, saying it’s Alfie Bronx’s work… but Mr. Young called it a fake without even needing a look!”

Helen frowned. “Why?”

“Because the only real privately owned Bronx piece is hanging in Gerald Simmons‘ office!” Cindy laughed, clutching her stomach and almost falling over.

Helen glanced at Frank and sighed.

She could understand him well enough to tell that he just wanted to show off in front of her grandfather and did not expect to be exposed.

“That’s enough. It’s just a painting–Frank was probably tricked too, right Frank?” she asked, trying to bail Frank out from the awkwardness.

Frank did not play along, however. “Randall Young never even looked at it. How would he know if it’s a fake? Also, I got it from Gerald Simmons‘ office.”

“Haha! You really can talk!” Zeb shook his head. “I’ve met thick–skinned people, but you’re something else!”

Gina snorted in disdain. “You’ve probably never even met Gerald Simmons, and you’re saying you got it from his office?!”

Helen glared at Frank right then. “That’s enough. Just cut it out already.”

She did his best to protect him, but he was going too far!

That was when a servant came in and whispered, “Ms. Lane, Mr. Lynch has just arrived.”

“What?” Helen exclaimed in surprise, not expecting Aron to come as well.

She was ready to go over to see Aron when he arrived, and she exclaimed in surprise, “When did you arrive, Mr. Lynch? You could have told me I’d be on hand to receive you!”

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“It’s alright, Ms. Lane.” Aron smiled, holding up a hand. “I’m here mainly to send Mr. Simmons‘ best wishes.”

“Oh…” Helen gulped, hardly able to believe her ears.

The Lanes were left trading glances, while even Zeb was perplexed.

Aron was carrying a rolled–up canvas as Helen led him to Henry.

After some polite exchanges, he spread the painting he was holding before passing it to Henry, he said, “Here, Mr. Lane. A token of best wishes courtesy of Mr. Simmons himself–he hopes you’ll like it.”

Henry promptly got up to take it politely. “This is too much… Please do send my best regards, Mr.

Lynch.”

Aron nodded. “Of course.

Gina suddenly had an idea and smiled. “Mr. Simmons certainly owns a lot of treasures. I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share, given that you work for him?”

Aron smiled. “Mr. Simmons is an avid collector. It’s no big deal for him.”

Gina nodded. “That’s for sure… There’s another painting here. Would you like to take a look?”

Naturally, she was talking about the painting Frank brought.

Aron nodded without hesitation. “Sure, though I’m not that well–versed myself.”