Chapter 278 The Meeting

• Sylvia smiled mysteriously, stood up, and turned the painting back to its original position. She pointed to the small red marks in the flames.
• Anna immediately leaned in for a closer look. She had some knowledge of painting and could tell these red marks weren't made with ordinary oil paint. They seemed to be specially mixed, looking like blood, fire, or perhaps even the clawing petals of a red spider lily.
• It couldn't be that simple.