Arianna’s POV
“Did you ever wonder why your father died so suddenly?” he asked.
"What are you talking about?” I whispered.
Charles’ eyes gleamed. “Your father wasn’t just a painter, Arianna. Your father helped authenticate pieces. Sensitive acquisitions. Private collections. He knew where bodies were buried—metaphorically speaking.”
“You’re lying,” I breathed.
Charles chuckled. “Am I?”
He looked back at Killian “Did you know? Or does being outside the country make you oblivious to the things happening?”
Then he turned his attention back to me. “Your father’s legacy is quite… extensive.”
I shook my head, tears blurring my vision. “No… you are lying. Even if he worked for the McLeod industries, you know nothing about him.”
“We were quite a pair, mon amour.” Charles continued “I me
