Jewel waved her hand casually and pointed to the signature on the page before saying, “Mr. Amos White.” Ellen was shocked once again as she asked excitedly, ‘Is this a portrait done by Old Mr. White? How did you manage to commission a portrait of me from him?”
Yet, Jewel merely revealed a smile. The happiest thing on earth was having one’s efforts recognized by the other party. It was not much about the price of the portrait nor the sentiment behind it, but the fact that the drawing was done by Amos White; in other words, it was a priceless possession. Moreover, this was his final production before retirement.
Ellen was very excited about the gift and she could not help checking out the portrait repeatedly. ‘I heard of this master in calligraphy and drawing before, and he’s very famous. Jewel, I can’t believe you managed to commission a portrait of me from Old Mr. White. This is such a nice surprise!”
Jewel shot a look at Olivia, indicating to her to explain the situation as it would take Jewel too long to explain. As such, Olivia smiled and said, “Jewel did Old Mr. White a huge favor before, so he promised that he would grant her a single wish. That’s why she requested for him to draw you a portrait.”
Ellen responded, “Gosh, you’ve used up such a precious request on me. I love it so much. It’s such a great painting and I look stunning.” On the morning of the third day, Kyle brought Theodore over.
As soon as Theodore saw Eugene, he was dumbfounded and clearly did not expect that Eugene would have figured out he was involved within such a short timeframe.
Although he did not receive any update regarding the assassin that night, he did hear through the grapevine that Eugene had set off to Promise Island. As such, Theodore had assumed that it was a successful attempt and Eugene had gone to the island to pay his final respect.
Besides, if worse came to worst, even if the attempt was a failure, Theodore was sure that Eugene would not be able to link this matter to him. He knew that the assassin syndicate had their own unspoken rules and they would never ever reveal the identity of the person who employed them.
As such, even when Kyle had come for him, he maintained some shred of confidence that perhaps Lara was the suspect, so Kyle had come after him to probe for some information.
Presently, Theodore was trussed up and left on the ground. Meanwhile, Eugene sat on the chair opposite him and maintained a lazy stance before speaking casually, “You’re quite loyal, huh? Lara has already been taken into custody and yet you’re still out here taking risks for her. What exactly did she promise you?”
Theodore had a plan in mind and he intended to deny it vehemently, so he replied indifferently, “I don’t even know what you’re on about.” Eugene responded, “You posted on the Will-o’- Wisp HQ website seeking to hire an assassin. Do you really think that I would not find that out?”
Lifting his head in surprise, Theodore wore a stunned expression on his face. He actually managed to find out the identity of the person who posted on the website? How can that be possible? Their official website maintains the highest level of confidentiality, so an ordinary person would not be able to hack into the system. How did he do that?
Eugene bent forward and moved closer to him. “Are you going to reveal everything willingly, or should I force it out of you?” Apprehended, Theodore felt for a moment there. that he was doomed.
He knew that the matter would be exposed sooner or later, but he did not expect that it would occur so soon. However, there was nothing much that he could say about it since Lara had treated him very well and he would never betray her.
“What do you want me to say?” Eugene replied, “Who instructed you to do this?” Theodore answered defiantly, “No one. I didn’t like you and your mom suffered thanks to you.”
As soon as he said that, Kyle instantly grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head on the ground several times. “Mr. Nolan is asking you a question, so you’d better answer that properly if you don’t wanna crack open your skull.”
After the bashing, Theodore saw stars while he bled on the forehead as blood trickled down from his face. Despite that, he revealed a smile. ‘Just kill me if you’re so great.”
Yet, there was a sinister, cold smile that appeared on Eugene’s lips. “I can do that, but let me think about who I should start from. How about your son, first? Next, it will be your wife and finally, you’d be the last. By then, your family of three would be reunited…”
