Mary Perryne nodded, "That could be true."
But she was still curious.
Sawyer Thompson added, "the Lentz Clan has been a hundred-year household in River City, the necklace could be a gift from soone."
Being an old-established household, they must have many connections.
Speaking of which, Sawyer Thompson ntioned: "From this necklace, we can see the sincerity of young Lentz."
He gave his precious item to her mother due to respect and sincerity.
If the man has no sincerity, he might not even send an ordinary necklace.
After all, the relationship between the two families has not been established officially.
As the Lentz Clan was coming over to fix the matters of the two young ones, Viola Thompson delayed her return to school to extend her holiday for half a month.
Although the return has been postponed, the work in her hand is still undelayed.
Viola Thompson began working by remotely controlling her laboratory computer.
At this mont, her cell phone lit up.
It was a paynt receipt.
Viola Thompson grabbed her cell phone, opened the text, and stared at the long chain of numbers.
How co there are so many zeroes?
It's actually 3 billion!
She didn't seem to do anything recently.
When she looked at the payer's information, she seed to rember sothing and chuckled softly.
It was written in the payer's box, "Ewik Land Auction House".
In this office,
the assistant knocked on the door of Miyamoto Hoya's office with a calligraphy painting in hand.
"Co in."
Miyamoto Hoya put down his cell phone.
The assistant ca in, bent down, and respectfully said, "Master, the Ewik Land Auction House has sent over the calligraphy painting. How would you like to handle it?"
Miyamoto Hoya's face changed at those words.
This calligraphy painting that he bought back for 3 billion was indeed the most expensive purchase in his life, and simultaneously a stain in his life.
This was the evidence of the first ti Miyamoto Hoya had been tricked in his life.
Seeing Miyamoto Hoya's bad emotion, the assistant was slightly shaking.
After a mont, Miyamoto Hoya spoke again, "Just leave it there."
"Alright." The assistant put down the painting, then said, "Master, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"Go ahead."
The assistant carefully turned around and left the room.
After the assistant closed the door, Miyamoto Hoya opened the painting.
The painting had one big line of calligraphy.
The fluid, elegant strokes suggested that they were from a famous artist.
Unfortunately, the calligraphy was so cursive that even Miyamoto Hoya, who understood Sinian culture, couldn't recognize what this line actually said.
He only recognized the author's signature at the bottom of the painting.
The idler.
The idler was the author's na.
The author's ti sign showed three years ago.
The idler was a famous calligraphy painter in the Sinian Country, who had been very popular years ago but rarely appeared in recent years.
anwhile, The idler was also one of the young promising calligraphy painters in Sinian Country.
However, no matter how famous the idler was, this painting could not be valued as 300 thousand, the sky-high price.
Recalling that he had spent 300 thousand on this calligraphy painting, Miyamoto Hoya's trembling body filled with anger. He grabbed the calligraphy painting and wanted to rip it apart imdiately.
Just as he was about to rip the painting, he imdiately halted as if he had thought of sothing.
The calligraphy painting of the Idler, although not sold at a sky-high price of 3 billion, itself was also worth more than 1 million dollars. Destroying an object of worth more than 1 million dollars was sowhat like a condemning treasure.
Plus, keeping this painting could serve as a reminder to oneself to never make the sa mistake again.
After so thought, Miyamoto Hoya dismissed the idea of destroying the painting.
Moreover, the items including paintings of famous persons increase their worth more with ti.
Especially for Idler, a calligraphy painter who has been hibernating for a long ti.
If one day the Idler ceased to paint, then this painting would be the close-down masterpiece and would surely beco extrely valuable.
Miyamoto Hoya hung this calligraphy painting on the wall behind his office, then picked up the telephone on the desk and said, "Hey, let Donna co to my office."
Soon, Special Assistant Donna arrived.
"Young Master, you asked for ."
Miyamoto Hoya looked at Donna, "How is the investigation on No. 26 going?"
At his words, Donna grimaced and wore a distressed expression, "The confidentiality work of the Ewik Land Underground City is too good, there is hardly any valid information about No. 26, so... "
"So what?" Miyamoto Hoya's face and voice changed."
At this, Donna was so frightened that she turned pale and even didn't dare to breathe.
The atmosphere was tense.
This situation wasn't actually Donna's fault.
The information about No. 26 was very scarce. Giving her only a string of numbers to find a person was indeed hard in this sea of humanity.
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