Richest Mogul

Chapter 1243

That was a cursed painting from the Wiktorian Era.

Edwin looked at the painting, stunned. “Is something wrong with this painting? But it’s impossible. My uncle gave it to me and said he spent a million dollars on it.”

It was such a beautiful painting, yet it turned out to be cursed.

Uncle? Skylar thought of Ernest, Edwin’s uncle.

“There’s something off about this painting. It’s like it has some kind of magic, making it hard to look away,” Caleb remarked.

Seeing Edwin’s stunned expression, Skylar asked “Did he give you anything else?”

“No, this painting was a gift from him over a month ago. Could he have purposely given it to me to harm me?” Edwin might be morally questionable, but he wasn’t stupid.

Even in his drunken state, Edwin realized that if Ernest knew this painting was cursed and still gave it to him, it could mean Ernest had intended to harm him.

Skylar furrowed her brows but didn’t respond. They could only deduce whether Ernest intended to harm Edwin.

She focused on a few areas in the painting, noticing that some of the red shades were dark, like

stains of blood.

When she placed her hand on it, her mind was suddenly filled with vivid images of women and children meeting tragic ends, as well as scenes of young women being forced by Edwin. Even Molly’s twisted face appeared, morphing into the woman in the painting.

Skylar quickly closed her eyes, suppressing the unsettling visions that swirled in her mind. novelbin

No wonder Edwin had felt as if something was strangling him. This painting wasn’t just a simple cursed object. Destroying it wouldn’t remove its impact on him.

“I can destroy this painting, but you know what you’ve done over the years. See the blood on it? That might include Molly’s.

“You’ve let yourself go for so long, never considering doing any good. So, it’s impossible to fully negate the harm this cursed painting has caused you,” she said bluntly.

Caleb was stunned. “So even if the painting is dealt with, Mr. Martin will still suffer from nightmares, right?”

Skylar nodded. She had said years ago that Edwin wouldn’t live long as actions have consequences. After living with Molly for so many years and being influenced by evil forces, Edwin couldn’t escape the torment.

Edwin sobered up instantly. “What are you saying? I’ll still have nightmares? Then, what’s the point of having you here? Are you trying to scam me? Skylar, how dare you deceive me!”

He raised his hand to slap her, but Caleb quickly grabbed his arm. “Skylar is extremely busy, and people line up to get her help. If it weren’t for you being Joe’s father, she wouldn’t have

come at all!

“And just for a hundred thousand dollars. It was less than what others paid her as pocket money. Mr. Martin, you better think carefully!”

To live so long and still so clueless while doing every despicable thing imaginable, yet he still hoped for a good end? How was that possible?

“Skylar, let’s go,” Caleb said to her.

Skylar nodded, rolled up the painting, and took it with her.

After walking a few steps, she turned back to Edwin, whose color had completely drained from his face. “If anyone gives you anything else, make sure you don’t accept it.”

Edwin didn’t look at Skylar. Instead, he muttered to himself, “Has Uncle Ernest gone mad? He actually wants to harm me! No, I have to find him!”

As Skylar and Caleb got into their car, Edwin also drove away.

Caleb frowned and asked, “Isn’t he driving under the influence?”

Just as Skylar was about to respond, there was an incoming video call on her phone. She glanced at it and saw Ned’s name on display.