Richest Mogul

At home, the antique painting looked even better than it had at the auction.

Its traditional charm was irresistible. The artwork depicted portraits of people and scenes from daily life, creating the illusion of stepping into another world.

Vera was equally enchanted by it, while Denton gazed at it in silence for a long time. Finally, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, “Excellent! This is a marvelous painting. It surpasses any of the ones I’ve collected before.”

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“This is the best birthday gift I’ve received this year.”

It was rare for Denton to show such enthusiasm. This was the first time Vera had

seen him so animated. His reaction confirmed that he truly appreciated the gift, and Vera felt relieved for winning the painting at the auction.

She hadn’t expected Alexander’s pettiness after losing the bid on the painting he wanted to give Skylar, he complained to her grandfather. He even claimed the two items she had bought were cursed and would bring misfortune, but to Vera, they were just fine pieces. She couldn’t see where any trouble could arise.

Jenny finally had a private moment with Joe in the underground parking lot. Seeing him brought back all the recent turmoil, and her eyes filled with tears. “Joe…”

Before college, they didn’t see each other daily but met frequently. Even after she moved to Korel City, he visited her at college. Although he only came when she was hospitalized, it still showed that he cared–so being neglected now felt particularly hurtful.

Paul noticed Jenny’s reddened eyes and quickly scanned their surroundings. Thankfully, no one else was nearby.

“Is something wrong?” Joe asked.

As a tear rolled down Jenny’s cheek, she quickly wiped it away. “I’m just… I’ve been dealing with a lot at work lately and am starting to doubt myself. Since you taught me so much when I was younger, I wanted to see you first.”

Her eyes were earnest, revealing no hidden motives.

Paul was perplexed by Jenny’s transformation since returning to Jipsburg. He wondered if she truly believed a seemingly plausible excuse could conceal her

intentions. If he could discern her deception, Joe, with his keen intuition, would surely see through it as well.

“There’s no need to doubt yourself. Just focus on doing your job well,” Joe said. He Towered his gaze and maintained his usual demeanor.

Joe questioned whether crying over work issues was helpful. Had he ever taught her

that?

Jenny was stunned. “Joe, can we have dinner together?”

“Concentrate on gaining experience and honing your skills. There’s no need for dinner,” Joe said before turning and walking away.

Paul didn’t follow Joe. Noting Jenny’s clear dissatisfaction, he gently advised, “Ms. Scott, staying with the Martin Group might not be the best use of your time. Mr. and Mrs. Martin have a solid relationship. It might be better to focus your efforts elsewhere.”

Jenny bit her lip, her expression hardening. After a moment, with tears forming in her eyes, she looked at Paul and said, “I’m not sure I understand what you meant.”