Chapter 611 Where’s the Fake
- “Why are you staring at me? Mr. Wilson came in after me. I didn’t say a word. He figured out the painting was fake all on his own. I didn’t ask him to speak up for me.”
- Nelson spread his hands at John Morales and his son Roger, looking all innocent, but that cold curl at the corner of his mouth gave him away.
- Now let’s see whose smug faces get slapped first.