Chapter 353: Nathaniel Sloan, Do Me a Favor

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Nathaniel Sloan, Do Me a Favor

The situation was obvious—someone had arrived here a step ahead of them and taken the artwork from the basement.

Estelle Lockwood fell deep in thought. Could it be Evan Yeats? She felt Evan wasn’t smart enough to pull that off.

Had someone given them to him? Who would be so kind as to turn Evan into this "Genius Painter"?

Regardless, her father’s missing works now bore Evan’s name, so she would start with him.

"Nathaniel Sloan, I think I need you to do me a few favors."

Nathaniel’s eyes crinkled with a smile. "At your service."

Estelle’s eyes darted around. She leaned in closer and shared her plan.

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow slightly. "You want me to find more people to help you?"

"That would be wonderful."

The next day, at the art exhibition.

Mrs. Yeats walked over with a beaming smile. "Evan, I have good news for you. Do you know of Mr. Lynch?"

Evan naturally knew of the Mr. Lynch from the charity foundation. Not only was he the man behind the foundation, but he was also the hidden boss behind numerous emerging industries. He wielded immense power.

"Of course I do."

"Yes, it’s him. I heard he has taken a liking to your paintings and wants to collaborate with you. He’ll be bringing people to visit the exhibition today, and then you’ll discuss the partnership.

"Anyway, I’ll let you be for now. I’m going to call your father. Go get ready."

After Mrs. Yeats left, Evan was initially thrilled, but he quickly calmed down.

Others might not know, but he was very aware of where these paintings came from.

Thinking of this, Evan hurriedly went backstage and found Claire Yeats. "Claire! Mr. Lynch has taken a liking to these paintings and wants to collaborate with me, but you know these paintings are... Estelle won’t just let this go!"

Claire’s expression stiffened as well.

These paintings had been given to her by her "teacher" to pass on to Evan. The "teacher" had helped her a lot, and gifting the paintings was a way to solidify her status within the Yeats family. Therefore, both she and Evan actually knew the origins of these artworks.

Third Aunt Yeats immediately panicked. "That’s right. Now that Estelle is back, what if she makes a scene?"

"Don’t panic," Third Uncle Yeats said, remaining the calmest among them. "It’s hard to say whether Estelle even knows who her father is. Even if she does, what evidence does she have?

"Harmony Atelier is completely tied to Evan’s name. No matter how you look at it, it’s his property. What does it have to do with Estelle?"

Evan was still gripped by panic.

Third Aunt Yeats rolled her eyes in thought. "Evan, it’s nothing. Think about it—Estelle is a member of the Yeats family, so isn’t hers also ours? Her father is long dead, so his inheritance naturally belongs to the Yeats family. What’s wrong with you putting it to good use?

"If people find out that these are her father’s relics, word will get out, and how will our family ever show our faces in public again?

"Even if it’s just for the sake of the Yeats family, Estelle has to swallow it. Otherwise, she’s simply being unfilial!"

Claire chimed in to persuade him. "That’s right, Evan. Estelle is part of the Yeats family. It’s only right for her to contribute to the family. Since you are the young master of the main branch, she inherently owes you her dedication.

"While it’s true we took her father’s work, we did it for his own good. Otherwise, these hidden gems would just gather dust. What a pity that would be! We are doing a good deed, so don’t worry. Even if Estelle’s father knows about this in the afterlife, he would be happy."

Evan was fully consoled. "Claire, you’re right. Even if Estelle knows, she should be thanking me.

"I’m the one bringing her father’s works to light and hosting this exhibition. I’m doing all of this for her own good."

Having figured it out, Evan couldn’t help but smile.

Yes, this was all for Estelle’s father.

After all, didn’t that man, Silas Lockwood, want people to see and appreciate his paintings? Evan was doing a good deed.

Furthermore, Mr. Lynch actually liked these paintings and wanted to collaborate with him...

Haha! People always said he couldn’t compare to Quentin, mocking him for being so unpresentable despite being the legitimate son of the Yeats family.

Now, let’s see who still dared to mock him!

The last trace of fear vanished from his heart.

Yes, he was doing a good deed. He was a great philanthropist. Besides, Silas had been dead for years. How could Estelle possibly prove anything? With that suicide note? The note didn’t mention those two hundred paintings at all.

Right at that moment, Mrs. Yeats returned to the backstage area. Seeing Claire and her family, she merely furrowed her brows slightly before smiling at Evan.

"Mr. Lynch’s side said he’ll be here in about an hour. Evan, prepare yourself properly. Go change into something more formal."

"Yes, Mother," Evan replied.

Just then, an assistant rushed backstage, looking panicked.

"Mr. Yeats, Mrs. Yeats! A young lady is causing a scene at the exhibition! She’s threatening to expose you, Mr. Yeats. A bunch of reporters have shown up and are interviewing her... What... what should we do?"

Mrs. Yeats frowned. "If someone is causing trouble, just throw them out. If they refuse to leave, call the police. Why are you even asking us?"

The assistant smiled bitterly. If the woman could be chased away, why would she be so anxious?

"But the young lady says her surname is Lockwood, and... and she said you would definitely know who she is."

Silence instantly fell over the room.

Mrs. Yeats looked shocked. "Estelle?"

Evan’s face suddenly drained of color!

Claire gently reminded him, "Evan, who knows what’s going on with Estelle. We’d better go take a look."

At the exhibition area.

"I want to expose Evan Yeats and seek justice for my father!"

As soon as Estelle’s words fell, the reporters and visitors all froze.

Wait, what did this woman just say?

She said she wanted to report Evan for plagiarism and theft, claiming he had appropriated over two hundred of her father’s artworks and hundreds of design blueprints as his own.

Seriously? Did she know where she was? Did she know who Evan was, or understand the status of the Yeats family?

Everyone already knew that the mysterious Mr. Lynch had taken a liking to these paintings and intended to collaborate with Evan, which was exactly why so many reporters had shown up.

The second young master, who had always been inferior to his older brother Quentin in every aspect, had suddenly become a genius in everyone’s eyes.

But now...

The crowd cast suspicious glances at Evan’s agent.

Even though this so-called "Genius Painter" indeed had "works" to back up his title, he still needed promotion and marketing, which naturally required an agent.

The agent could only make money if Evan struck it rich. Therefore, when Estelle showed up, the most anxious person—aside from Evan himself—was the agent.

But was the agent truly oblivious to what Evan had done? Did he not know that Evan was actually an incompetent hack who didn’t even know how to properly hold a paintbrush?

Of course he knew. The agent even knew that Evan’s artworks were all stolen.

He was fully aware that Estelle was likely telling the truth and that these paintings were indeed her father’s creations. But so what? With the Yeats family backing Evan, this woman had no choice but to swallow her bad luck!