Just as Liam was <b>about </b>to grab theint letter, Aria darted away with astonishing speed.
From start to <b>finish</b>, her eyes never left the paper.
Frustrated and humiliated, Liam swung his fist at Aria’s shoulder. She sidestepped smoothly, caught his wrist, and flung it aside.
Aria<b>, </b><b>that’s </b>mine! Taking it without asking is stealing!” he snapped..
Without even ncing up, she replied coldly, “You used me of sing Hannah’s name, so why shouldn’t <b>I </b>take a look<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Wow<b>, </b>you’ve got the nerve. Do you really think you could be Professor Colton just because you once had thest name Colton?” <b>he </b>sneered.
Liam kept advancing, but Aria casually nted a hand on the desk, vaulted over it, andnded gracefully on the other side.
She seemed to have finished reading. Tossing the paper back onto the desk, she remarked mockingly, “By the way<b>, </b>there are three typos in it.”
His eyes burned with fury. “What does that have to do with you? You’ve got the contract. Why are you still here?”
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Aria gave him a look like he was an idiot. “Good luck.”
As she reached the door, Aria suddenly paused, as if rememberings
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and turned back. “Are my paintings still in the guest room?”
Liam froze, his fingers unconsciously crumpling theint letter in his hand. “What are you doing with those fake Mono paintings<b>? </b>Where did you get
them?”
Even though professional appraisers had confirmed their authenticity, Liam refused to believe it.
There was no way Aria could own three genuine Mono paintings.
But he couldn’t find any forgeries on the market that came closer to the originals than those<b>. </b>
Only Mono’s students could produce imitations of this caliber.
He nned to use those three paintings to track down Mono and obtain the real ones.
If that didn’t work, finding Mono’s student would suffice.
Aria replied indifferently, “What does it matter to you?<b>” </b>
He knew she wouldn’t tell him anything.
Liam’s expression darkened. “<b>If </b>it’s in my house, it’s my business. How much for those paintings<b>? </b>I’ll buy them.”
“Not for sale,” Aria rejected him without hesitation.
Liam, too proud to show his desire, said coldly, “Lucy threw all your stuff into the storage room. I’ll return them to you once I find them.”
The paintings were still with <b>a </b>certain master, and he hadn’t retrieved them yet.
Since they weren’t particrly important, Aria didn’t bother pushing the issue<b>. </b><b>“</b>If they’re damaged, you’ll owe me 30 million per painting.”
Liam gritted his teeth. “Fine!”
Aria pressed, “Put it in writing.”
Fuming, Liam sat down, grabbed <b>a </b>pen, scribbled out the agreement, signed his name, and handed it to her.
Aria took the paper, folded it casually, stuffed it into <b>her </b><b>pocket</b>, and let <b>without </b>another word.
After <b>coaching </b><b>out </b><b>to </b><b>Fryderyk</b><b>, </b>A <b>headed </b><b>to </b><b>the </b><b>police </b><b>station</b><b>, </b><b>arriving </b>just in <b>time </b><b>to </b>see <b>officers </b>escorting <b>Dominic </b><b>down </b><b>the </b>hall
<b>The </b>moment <b>Dominie </b><bid </b><b>eyes </b>on <b>her</b><b>, </b>his face twisted in panic and rage, “Madelyn! <b>It </b>was <b>you</b><b>, </b>wasn’t it? You set <b>me </b><b>up</b><b>! </b><b>You’re </b><b>the </b>reason <b>noy </b><b>Investments </b>went <b>up </b><b>in </b>smoke<b>!</b>”
<b>He </b><b>roared </b><b>at </b>Ana<b>, </b><b>his </b>voice <b>raw </b>and wild, like a lion driven mad with fury.
Aria’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile as she stepped forward, her movements calm and deliberate.
<b>Just </b>as the officers braced themselves for another outburst, Dominic suddenly froze. His eyes widened in terror, as if he were staring at some unspeakable nightmare. He stumbled backward, then threw his head back and let out a crazed, maniacalugh.
<b>“</b>I’ve always said you’re a monster! No one will ever love you! Look at the Saxon family. They’d rather dote on my child than acknowledge you<b>, </b><b>the </b><b>freak</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>Before the police found him, Dominic had been captured and brutally tortured. His mind had shattered by the time they brought him in.
He med everything on Aria, his hatred for her burning like a fire, yet he couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes as he met her cold, unyielding gaze. The murderous glint in her eyes made his blood run cold.
For <b>a </b>moment, his face contorted with madness, his emotions spiraling out <b>of </b>control.
He cursed, “You’ll die <b>a </b>miserable death<b>, </b>Madelyn! You’ll get what’sing to you<b>!</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Ugh!”
Out of nowhere, Fryderyk appeared and delivered a swift kick to Dominic’s stomach.
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