Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Walter was stunned by what he heard and didn’t recover for a long time. After a while, he snapped back to reality and angrily yelled at Vivienne, “Are you crazy? Giving them ten billion dollars? Do you think we have too much money?”

Ten billion dollars could fund numerous art galleries. Giving away this amount of money made him question Vivienne’s sanity.

Vivienne glanced at him coldly, then turned to Tina and Jared. “Give me an account number, and I’ll transfer the money to you.”

She wasn’t doing this for Walter but to prevent Jared and Tina from tearing down other art galleries. Some of the galleries Walter managed were involved in illicit activities that must remain hidden. She had worked hard to establish them, and no one in the family knew about it-not even Walter. If these activities were discovered, she could lose nearly thirty billion dollars. Compared to that, protecting these secrets was worth the ten billion.

Moreover, she didn’t believe Jared would target them without reason. Mr. Daryl’s status was enough to place him at the pinnacle; he wouldn’t care about a few art galleries or even billions of dollars. But his insistence on dismantling the galleries suggested he knew something.

It seemed Jared couldn’t be allowed to stay any longer. His existence posed the greatest threat to her. With Jared around, not only would she lose the inheritance rights if the old man died, but she would also face constant danger.

Once Jared was gone, the rest of the Farrell family wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

Tina raised an eyebrow and looked at her meaningfully. “Alright,” she said and promptly provided an account number.

Vivienne said, “Ten billion is not a small amount. I’ll discuss it with my family and ensure it’s transferred by tonight.”

She spoke confidently, showing no concern about whether Alexander and Clara would agree to give the money.

Tina nodded. “Okay.” Then she called the secretary of the National Art Gallery.

Soon, those who had come to seal off the gallery left.

Walter was furious that Vivienne had so easily agreed to give away ten billion dollars. He turned and left without even caring about the guests at the gallery. He needed to go home and tell his parents not to give this money.

Vivienne exchanged a few words with Jared and Tina before leaving as well.

After they left, Jared and Tina were about to leave when someone called out to them.

“Young lady! Can you sell me that painting you’re holding?”

Tina turned around to see an elderly man leaning on a cane. His hair was almost entirely white except for a few black strands. He looked about seventy years old, dressed in simple clothes but exuding a powerful aura. His aged, cloudy eyes held a sharp glint.

Tina paused for a moment before saying, “This painting is a copy.”

“I know,” the old man replied. “But you won’t sell me the original, will you?”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Tina smiled and nodded. “That’s right.”

“The person in this painting looks very familiar to me. I want to buy it to search for someone,” the old man explained without hiding anything. “I hope you can sell it to me.”

Tina looked up at him. “You recognize the person in this painting?”

It was just a back view; unless someone was very familiar with the person, they wouldn’t think they knew them.

“She has a mole behind her ear,” the old man said with a hint of sadness in his voice. “My lost daughter also has a mole behind her ear. Although it might not be her, I want to check.”

Hearing this, Tina’s grip on the painting tightened suddenly. “Your daughter? What’s her name?”

“Her name is Alina!” The old man couldn’t hold back his tears as he mentioned her name. “I’ve been looking for her for thirty years without any news until recently when I heard she had been in Ashbury, so I came here to look.”

Tina was stunned for a moment-Alina? It was a beautiful name. She hadn’t met anyone named Alina before, but why did she vaguely remember hearing it somewhere?

“If you don’t want to sell it, I won’t force you,” the old man continued after seeing her hesitation. “But I heard you say that the person in this painting is your mother-is she no longer alive?”

Before he could finish speaking, Tina interrupted him with a simple “Yes.”

The old man felt apologetic upon hearing this. “I’m sorry for bringing up something painful.”

“It’s okay,” Tina said quietly, lost in thought.

“Forgive my intrusion,” he continued cautiously. “The mole behind your mother’s ear is exactly like my daughter’s. May I ask if you know much about your maternal grandfather’s family?”

“They…” Tina’s expression turned icy cold suddenly. “They’re all in prison!”

Her mother had personally sent them there after they began their escape together and sought out the Whittaker family in Ashbury.

That was her first encounter with her maternal grandparents’ family, but it showed her how some parents could be so unloving towards their children.

Her grandfather wanted to save his only son in the Whittaker family so much that he forced her grandmother to make her mother sleep with him and have another child. Her mother was shocked and had a huge argument with them.

At that time, her mother’s medical skills were not advanced yet, so when her grandmother gave her a bowl of porridge she had cooked herself, her mother was overjoyed because it was the first time her grandmother had cooked for her since she could remember; she had always done all the cooking, laundry, and cleaning herself.

Her mother was so happy that she didn’t realize there were drugs in that porridge.

She watched helplessly as she was carried into her grandfather’s room and saw him undress in front of her-she felt utterly hopeless!

Later on, with her last bit of strength, she grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it over his head before running away from home.

When they returned to the Whittaker family that day, it was just to ask if they had felt any guilt over these years since she hadn’t been home.

But they showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, they surrounded them and tried to send them off to a nightclub.

Her mother couldn’t bear it anymore and handed over all evidence against the Whittaker family she had collected over time to the police-none of them escaped; they were all arrested.

Tina didn’t know what evidence her mother had gathered against them but knew their crimes weren’t light; they received sentences of at least fifty years each!

The old man was taken aback but quickly apologized upon seeing Tina’s grim expression again: “I’m sorry!”

Tina snapped back from her thoughts and handed him the painting: “Take it; it’s not mine anyway.”

With those words said, and without lingering any longer, she turned around and left immediately afterward.

Just as she turned away though, a familiar figure caught her eye; she froze instantly!

Seeing that she’d noticed him, the person quickly turned around too-and left hurriedly thereafter!

Snapping back into reality abruptly, Tina chased after him swiftly!

Jared stood there bewildered by what just happened-but before he could follow suit-Tina called out: “Call Dexter! I saw Master!”