Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 67

"I think you are not because the dinner at the Duke's is delicious, but because the guests are delicious." The old man shook his head lightly, "Since you came in, you have been looking at the young man over there from time to time. You and your father Same, we both like beautiful things."

"Mr. Waleran, do you think he is just a beautiful thing?" Anthony held a cigar between his fingers, and the smoke coils curled up, blurring David's back in the distance.

This old man was none other than Oliwen's grandfather, the owner of the Walren family—Raymond Walren.

Raymond smiled thoughtfully, the wrinkles on his face made him very friendly, no one would have guessed that this man's hands were once stained with a lot of blood, "He reminds me of Wilde's "Dorian Gray" ", that handsome man who lures people into the abyss of desire."

Anthony shrugged his shoulders and laughed: "He's not the same as Dorian Gray. Dorian leads those who look at him into a place of doom, but David Hovland will lead your eyes to a bright place .”

"Oh—you even found out his name clearly, now I'm even more sure that you invited me here to admire that young man." Raymond tapped his finger on the edge of the sofa, " From what you said, even I became curious about that Mr. Hovland."

Anthony leaned forward, with a somewhat mysterious smile on his face, "If I tell you another secret, I wonder if you can give me half of your profits in the UK?"

"That depends on whether this secret is valuable to me." Raymond looked at Anthony with the same calmness in his eyes as Olivan.

"Mr. Hovland is the sweetheart of your grandson Olivier Kane." Anthony leaned back in his chair, held on to his wine glass and continued to admire David's smile under the crystal lamp.

Raymond was quiet for a few seconds, then shook his head slowly: "I know Olivan. That young man is too easy to impress, but Olivan doesn't like the kind of things that are liked by most people. Olivan His character looks indifferent, but in fact he is passionate and stubborn, and he is always fascinated by those restrained things."

Anthony's fingers brushed the brows, "You see Dorian Gray, but maybe what Olivan sees is a landscape that is difficult to reproduce on canvas, just like the "Eyes"."

Raymond remained silent, and the dinner continued. David still didn't know that he was being watched by the other two people until the end of the dinner.

David took Reina to say goodbye to the Duke and Duchess.

As soon as the car drove out of the castle, Reina reached out and held David's steering wheel: "My dear Mr. Hovland, your great artist is waiting for you at the intersection of the right turn, please take this car Leave it to me, we're going in different directions."

"Can't you be a little gracious and let me take the intersection on the right?"

"No, demeanor is for men to women." After finishing speaking, Reina opened the car door for David and made a gesture of asking to get out of the car.

David looked angrily at Reina driving the car away, so he put his hands in his pockets and walked forward while cursing in a low voice.

God knows if Olivan is really waiting for him.

If so, why park the car so far away?

With the light of headlights far behind him, David looked back and saw a Rolls-Royce.

Just as he was lamenting how many rich people there are in this world, the car stopped beside him.

With the window rolled down, an old man smiled and said, "Young man, where are you going? I can give you a ride."

"Thank you very much. I just want to go to the intersection over there. My friend is already waiting for me." David smiled politely. He had a very good memory, and he remembered all the guests present, but this old man did not Shown up at a dinner party.

"Then I'll drive you to the intersection over there." The old man had already opened the car door for him, and it would be very rude if he refused again.

David got into the car.

"Don't be nervous, young man. I heard that your red wine is very good, but unfortunately I don't have the chance to taste it at this dinner." The old man's voice has a kind of stability that has been precipitated by the years, and David feels a little familiar between his eyebrows.

"If you're interested, I can send you some."

"It would be best if this is the case." The old man took out a business card from his pocket, and David took it very respectfully.

When he saw the name on the business card clearly, his pupils dilated instantly, but he still kept his breathing steady.

"Hello, Mr. Walren." David also handed his business card to the other party.

"I heard that you have labels for five bottles of vintage wine, which were drawn by the modern painter Oliwen. I wonder if they have been sold?"

"Not yet. If it can be collected, I will notify Mr. Waleran in advance."

"That's good, because my favorite painting is still the work of Olivier Kane." The old man seemed to be reminiscing about something.

David secretly held his breath.

The other party turned out to be Oliwen's grandfather. Is he testing himself now or is it really just the first acquaintance?

Don't underestimate him!

The opponent's sphere of influence has penetrated into the entire UK, and he has a considerable influence in Europe. No matter how kind he looks, he must not be taken lightly.

What David is looking forward to now is that the car can reach the intersection immediately.

But what David didn't expect was that the speed of the car never stopped, and it drove straight through the intersection.

David looked sideways and saw Olivan leaning on the hood of the car through the glass window, looking up at the somewhat chaotic night sky in London.

The moment he nodded, he finally noticed David's eyes in Rolls-Royce.

Without further ado, he closed the car door with a bang, and Oliwen drove after him.

"Oh, I'm catching up." Raymond turned his head, with a smile on his lips.

At this moment, David can confirm that Raymond asked him to get in the car on purpose.

It seemed that even if he rejected his invitation at that time, the other party would force him to come up.

Did Raymond already know about Olivan's plan?

"Parker, drive faster, don't you see that the young man behind is aggressive, as if he wants to knock me, an old man, into the sky?"

"Yes, sir." As soon as the words fell, the Rolls-Royce accelerated suddenly, and the back of David's head also hit the back of the seat.

On the other hand, Raymond asked calmly, "Mr. Hovland, how did you meet Olivan?"

"A painting exhibition." David replied in a low voice.

Now that he knew that everything about the other party was purely deliberate, it would be useless for him to be uneasy. After all, Raymond was Oliwen's grandfather, and he tried his best to hope that this grandson would come back instead of hurting him.

"It seems that you guys cherish each other, do you like his paintings?"

"like."

"Have you been with Olivan for too long, and you are very similar to him even in short speech." Raymond smiled. At this time, he could already hear the sound of the engine behind him, and Olivan's car was only an arm's length away from them. separated.

David's face is calm, no matter how turbulent his heart is, as long as he wants, he can still control his expression freely.

"You said you like his paintings, so do you like him as a person?" Raymond didn't know if he was joking or serious.

At this moment, Oliwen's car drove past them suddenly, and suddenly turned the car over a dozen meters ahead, blocking the middle of the road.

The creaking sound was so sharp that it seemed to pass through the heart.

The Rolls-Royce stopped the moment it almost hit it.

David clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't expect that the old man beside him didn't even frown.

Olivan strode over and tugged on the door vigorously, but the driver hadn't unlocked it yet.

Raymond rolled down the car window and said flatly, "Olivan, why don't you go home when you're in London?"

The first time David saw Oliwen, his expression was colder than the snow-capped mountains in Switzerland. He pulled up the lock on the door by the window, and just opened the door, the old man suddenly strangled David's neck with his cane, "You haven't Answer my question, kid."

Olivan roughly pulled away his cane, pulled David out of the car, and pulled him to his own car.

"Olivan..." David looked at him with a sudden fear.

"Shut up!" Opening the car door and stuffing David in, Olivan's fingers seemed to be shaking.

The car drove out, and Oliwen's anger was brewing in the speed.

The old man looked at the rear of the car and sighed, "He still doesn't want to talk to me."

Olivan's car drove faster and faster, David's heart was lifted into his throat, and he reached out and hooked the armrest above his head.

"Olivan...slow down...Raymond didn't catch up..."

David didn't dare to speak loudly, Olivan like that would explode if touched.

The car has obviously exceeded the speed per hour. Fortunately, it is already late at night. There are no vehicles on the road and there will be no traffic police, but it will definitely be caught by the camera!

"Olivan... driving like this will cause accidents, slow down, okay..."

The speed of the car still has no tendency to ease.

Olivan's emotions had never been out of control like this before. David stretched out his arms and pressed Olivan's fingers.

"Slow down! Olivan! You want to die, I haven't lived enough yet!" David yelled out, his face turned pale.

Finally, the lunatic who was driving took a deep breath, slowed down, and parked on the side of the road.

David took a deep breath, thankful that he was alive.

Olivan just looked ahead, his hands stiff on the steering wheel.

"Why does he always intervene in my life?" Olivan asked softly.

David looked sideways at him, watching Olivan slowly rest his forehead on the steering wheel.

"Why is it not enough to destroy everything about me... Even you, he wants to take away?"

David felt distressed.

Olivan used to be arrogant and arrogant, or cold and arrogant, or mature and gentle, but he has never been so fragile as he is at this moment.

David put his arms around him and put his head on his back.

"Don't think too much, am I right here?"

David didn't say much, he knew that he could only let Olivan calm down at this moment.