Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 65

David looked around deliberately, lowered his voice and said, "You said it, not me."

"But I heard that the painting is in the hands of Mann, a collector in Washington, and it was stolen some time ago." Victor's words further confirmed that he bribed the delivery personnel to steal the painting.Because the news of the theft of "Years" has not yet been announced to the public, we have to wait until the insurance company's investigation is over.

David smiled, "Fortunately, you are still an art dealer. Don't you know that collectors generally forge one of all expensive paintings? It is said that Wenman hired Uris's student to imitate the teacher's painting. The strokes to the coloring are very similar. He donated the fake to the Museum of Modern Art in New York, and then sold the real one. Now the fake is lost again, and the insurance company has to lose money. Overjoyed."

When Victor heard the news, his face immediately changed.

"Is this impossible? How can Uris' paintings be so easy to imitate?"

David chuckled, "There are only five years of work, do you still expect a carbon fourteen identification?"

"Then who did you sell the real painting to?" Victor pretended to be curious, and David was already laughing so hard that he pounded the table.

"A friend of mine...how can he talk to you casually?" David kept his mouth shut.

"You misunderstood, Mr. Hovland. I mean, since your friend bought "Years", he said that he is very interested in Uris' paintings. I also have some paintings in my hand. I want to see if I can..."

"So that's the case. I can help you set up a line. If he is willing to see you, you two can talk alone."

"Then thank you very much!"

David sneered in his heart. How could he not know that this guy just wanted to confirm whether the one in David's hand was genuine? If so, this guy might try to steal it again.

At this moment, the women around David looked in a certain direction again in whispers, and David also looked over curiously. The cup in his hand fell to the ground instantly, making a crisp sound. The red wine in the glass smeared on the carpet.

The man was wearing an expensive Italian handmade suit, and his blond hair was tied back in an orderly manner. He looked capable and concise. The look in his eyes caught the attention of many men and women present, especially the smile on his lips. It looks gentle, but exudes a dangerous atmosphere.

Reina quickly noticed David's gaffe, she walked over, took his arm, and asked softly, "What's wrong? David?"

"It's Anthony Downer..." David frowned, unnaturally recalling what happened in Bordeaux Castle.

"What?" Lena is a modern painter after all, and she hasn't heard too much about the Sopranos or arms dealers.

At this time, Anthony walked slowly in front of David, and gave a gentlemanly salute, "Long time no see, David."

After all, it was a public place, and Anthony was still a legitimate businessman on the outside. David tried his best to suppress the negative emotions towards him in his heart, and smiled politely, "Good evening, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The meeting of the two beautiful men naturally aroused a lot of speculation and discussion.

Anthony turned his face sideways, with a smile on his brows and eyes, "You are always so charming, no matter where you are, you are impressive."

This sentence naturally aroused Reina's vigilance, and of course she would not forget what task Olivan gave her.

"David, who is this?" Reina hooked David's arm and leaned intimately on his shoulder, almost replacing Olivan with a hot kiss on the spot to prove ownership.

"I am the agent of 'Ruby' in Italy." Anthony picked up Lena's hand, kissed the back of her hand lightly, and then led her to Mi Gao who was behind him, "Mi Gao, can you accompany me for a while The lady? Because I have some business matters to discuss with David."

"Okay, master." Mi Gao just put his arms around Lena's shoulders, like a flower protector. Only the person involved knew that he was no different from being coerced, so he could only look back at David frequently.

"Can you go to the terrace with me for a chat?" Anthony made a gesture of invitation.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about." David was about to turn around and walk towards Michael, but Anthony grabbed his forearm.

"How would you like us to have a French kiss here?" Anthony asked in a proposing tone.

David paused, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and turned his head.

The two came to the terrace, with the Thames River in front of them at night, known as "flowing history".

The breeze was coming, but David didn't have the pleasure of appreciating it.

"You are here, which means that Olivan should also come to London." Anthony raised his head and looked into the distance, "He is the kind of person who will not feel at ease if he doesn't put you in sight."

David laughed: "Don't say it, you seem to know him very well."

Anthony turned around slowly, leaning his elbows on the edge of the terrace, and the night wind caressed his hair, outlining an elegant arc.

"We need to know our enemy if we are going to win."

"Enemy? I don't think Olivan is your enemy. He is a painter and you are an arms dealer. There is nothing between you."

"Who said no?" Anthony stretched out his hand to hook up David's tie, and just as David was about to move to the side, Anthony pulled him back, "It's you."

"This is too ridiculous, Anthony...you don't want to tell me that you love me!" David was already feeling impatient with this man who always appeared in his life inexplicably.

"I love you. Is this a ridiculous thing?" Anthony's eyes blended with the night, making David suddenly unable to distinguish the boundary between fantasy and reality.

"It's not ridiculous now...it's ridiculous..." David bowed his head, looking at the other's fingers pulling his tie, "You should love blood and killing."

Anthony lowered his head and smiled, feeling a little lonely: "I know I'm in hell, so when I see you standing in heaven, you are spotless, and I always want to tear you off the clouds."

David looked away, but Anthony clasped his fingers at some point.

"Let's go."

Before he had time to react, David was dragged by him through the hall of the dinner party and walked towards the door.

"What do you want to do?"

"A date with you." After speaking, Anthony showed a wanton smile on his face.

David turned his head and saw Reina in the banquet hall looking worried.

As soon as he came to the door, David wanted to shake off the other party: "Anthony!"

"I know you don't want to, but I don't want to say anything that threatens you. You know, I have a hundred ways to get you to compromise." Anthony opened the car door for David.

David froze.

At this moment, the light of the street lamp elongated a figure, and the cold voice seemed to freeze the air.

"But I don't like him getting into other people's cars."

"Olivan!" David was overjoyed.

"Ah, ah, I guessed that my wish would come true again this time. After all, London is the domain of the Walerans." Anthony showed a dejected expression, which was particularly sympathetic under the dim light.

The Walerans were Olivan's mother's family.

"That family has nothing to do with me." Olivan walked up to the two of them, stretched out his hand to David, and the other party put his finger on his palm without hesitation, and was pulled over, " If it's okay, we'll go first."

Anthony made a gesture of excuse.

Just as David followed Olivan across the road, Anthony raised his voice, "Olivan, how long do you think you can have him?"

Oliwen didn't answer the other party's words, but just drove away with David.

David didn't let out a breath until he couldn't see Anthony in the rearview mirror.

"It's a good thing you're here... It's just that Reina is still at the dinner party..."

"It doesn't matter, Reina is useless to them."

"Did Reina inform you to come?"

"No, I wanted to come to pick you up." Olivan's voice was like a rippling breeze in the night, "Now that I think about it, this choice is right."

"Yeah, I didn't expect Anthony to come here. I don't know if it will affect our plan?"

"Don't worry, he's here for a serious business. It's just a coincidence to meet you because the arms sale needs to be discussed with the Walren's family. But we must be more careful." Olivan's tone did not fluctuate extraneously , The car drove all the way through the night scene of London and stopped by the Thames River.

David saw a private pleasure boat floating on the river.

Opening the car door, Oliwen walked towards the steps to board the cruise ship. Feeling that David hadn't followed, he turned around and said, "What's the matter, would you rather go on a date with Anthony than take a night tour of the Thames with me?"

David froze for two seconds, then laughed.

"Ah... I'm not mistaken, Olivan, you actually have this kind of romantic cells... No, you are a painter, if you don't even have romantic cells..."

Olivan's brows trembled, and he walked over directly, carried David on his shoulders, and boarded the cruise ship.

"Let me down! This way I can only see the deck of the ship!" David said depressedly, didn't he just laugh twice?

Olivan put David down with a cold face, and the boat started slowly in the night wind.

On both sides of the river bank are quite representative ancient buildings in London, which look charming and full of charm under the starlight.

David lay prone on the railing as their boat approached London Bridge.

"Oliver, guess what I'm thinking?"