The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2109

Lara was left flushed by Sylvie's question, and she stood in a corner in silence.

Frank ignored them, however, and headed to the third room where he carefully rolled up the painting and put it inside a protective plastic bag. Then, he exhaled firmly into the air, ensuring that the scent of the Divine Delight was not in there before breathing a sigh of relief.

That was when he noticed Sylvie standing at the doorway, asking, "Can I come in now?"

Frank chuckled. "You're amazing. Aren't you worried about getting hit by the aphrodisiac?"

"Worried? Why? If the chips go down, I might not be the one losing." Sylvie sighed nonchalantly as she entered.

She examined the View of Fureno painting and could tell despite the plastic bag that it was a fake.

As for the other scrolls and paintings, they were old, but the artists and authors were no one famous.

Sylvie was therefore a little puzzled—everything in that other room was the good stuff, but everything here was sub-par?

However, after some careful categorizing, Sylvie had an idea what was going on.

Everything in this room—including the View of Fureno painting—was drawn or written in the same year by the person who fashioned this tomb into a hideout.

"And that person must be a he."

The thought left Sylvie chuckling sarcastically. "He was perfectly aware that his work was nothing impressive but drew that replica of the View of Fureno and coated it with that aphrodisiac, knowing it would draw any lady's attention right away. And then, they would be at his mercy."

Soon, the rest of the expedition entered too, and seeing nothing valuable, they moved on to the last room.

It was strange, as it was completely empty save for a stone table placed dead center.

It had a small dent, which, upon a closer look, was glimmering with fluorescent radiance.

Frank was immediately reminded of his ring, and he took it off to size it up—it actually matched the shape of the dent!

Hence, Frank put it on the dent and turned it to the left.

Click.