"So that's how it is." Melody Thorne propped her chin in her hands, then suddenly thought of something else. "What you said before about spending a few hundred million at the auction to buy it—that was a lie, right?"
How could something that valuable possibly be bought with money?
Jared Quinn: "..."
Harold Chapman knew about this. He looked over at Jared Quinn with a bit of schadenfreude.
"Harold, you just laughed, so you definitely know the truth. You say it!"
Harold Chapman: "..."
He grabbed his military cap and headed outside. "I just remembered I've got some things to deal with, so I won't stay here to keep you company."
"Jared Quinn, how exactly did it end up in your hands?" Melody Thorne narrowed her eyes.
Jared Quinn: "…More than ten years ago, I was out at sea and I rescued a girl. She was the owner of this painting back then, but because I saved her, she gave it to me."
As soon as he finished, he saw the little woman lying beside him already looking stormy.
