Chapter 52 A Landscape Painting From The Renaissance Era
Just then, a middle-aged man walked out and bowed, “Sir, it’s done.”
“Good,” Charlie nodded with a vicious look in his eyes.
Oh, Susan even if I can’t use the power of the Jeffersons, you’ll still have to kill me first before I’ll let you get to Alex.
Charlie was prepared to do everything to buy more time for Alex.
At the same time, at Sakura Club, Flynn asked Alex cautiously, “How about we get something to drink?”
Even though Flynn had known Alex for four years, he never questioned the latter’s identity.
Everyone thought that Alex was just a live-in son-in-law for the Jenningses, that he’s a normal person that one could find anywhere.
Yet, ever since Alex saved Flynn, he knew that Alex wasn’t just an average Joe, at least not when Alex could take down a hundred thugs that worked for the Sakura Club and single-handedly saved Flynn from Derek Fleming. Flynn was even more curious about Alex’s true identity after the incident with Freddie, but he had no intention of asking Alex about it, just like how Alex had never questioned him about his identity.
“Sure,” Alex nodded and headed to a private room with Flynn.
“Get us that three-hundred-year-old whiskey,” Flynn ordered Bob.
“Okay,” Bob nodded and left.
“Dennis, order us some snacks from Happy Living,” Flynn ordered another person.
“Okay!” The huge man named Dennis nodded and took his phone out.
Happy Living used to be Derek’s restaurant, but Flynn took over the place after killing Derek.
On the front, the Sakura Club was a nightclub that only served a few simple snacks and fruits. These weren’t something that you would eat with some good spirits.
Since it was Flynn’s first time drinking with Alex, he wanted to show his best. Flynn also knew that Alex never liked a noisy environment, so he only let Bob and Dennis accompany them while not inviting the rest of Sakura Club’s key members.
Alex remained silent the whole time after entering the private room, which only made things awkward for Flynn and his men.
The only person who got in some interaction with Alex was Bob who decided to have a few toasts with Alex to apologize for the conflict they had.
As they drank, Dennis’s phone suddenly rang.
After finishing his call, Dennis turned to Flynn. “One of my lackeys asked if there’s any place he could sell an old painting.”
“The Antique Exchange. They have professionals there to appraise the art. If it’s something from a very long time ago, it’ll worth even more,” Flynn replied.
Alex suddenly recalled that Heather had requested him to buy a present for her grandmother. Thinking that an ancient painting would make a good present, Alex requested, “Let me see the painting first.”
Upon hearing that Alex was interested in the painting, Flynn immediately ordered Dennis, “Tell your man to bring the painting over.”
“Sure.” Dennis nodded and dialed his lackey’s phone.
Ten minutes later, Dennis’s lackey arrived with a well-made box in hand.
“Mr. Dunn, Mr. Lane, Mr. Chasey,” the lackey greeted, but his face immediately turned pale when he noticed Alex sitting in the middle of everyone else.
He quickly recalled the time when Alex charged into the Sakura Club alone and sent him flying. He could only lay on the floor painfully as he witnessed Alex take down his companions one by one.
“Why aren’t you greeting Mr. Jefferson?” Flynn questioned.
The lackey remembered hearing Charlie addressing Alex respectfully and guessed that Alex was from an important family.
“Mr. Jefferson.” The lackey quickly bowed.
“Show me the painting,” Alex nodded.
The lackey quickly handed the box over.
Alex opened the box, and in it was a painting signed by Edric Clifforde.
Even though Alex did not recognize the name, with the knowledge about art appreciation that he’d learned from the Nine Heaven Scrolls, he could tell that the painting was about three hundred to four hundred years old.
“I believe this is a painting from the Renaissance Era,” Alex announced.
