CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: RENOWNED PAINTER VIOLET WHITE

Silas Everett chuckled, "It seems Master Hawthorne really takes good care of Miss Lynch. However, I truly meant no harm. I must thank you both for allowing me to purchase this painting just now."

Hearing this, Vivian looked puzzled and asked, "Is this painting very important to you, Mr. Everett?"

Silas nodded slightly, lowered his eyes, pondering something unknown, "Sort of! Fulfilling an entrusted task. Now I can take this painting back and fulfill the obligation."

"From your accent, it seems you’re not from Aethelgard?" Vivian smiled lightly.

Silas nodded with a smile, "That’s right, I’m from Cinderport."

Watching Vivian and Silas engage in a casual conversation, Caden Hawthorne’s expression showed slight displeasure.

Came from Cinderport? Last name Everett? Could he be from the Everett Family, the wealthiest in Cinderport?

What is this Silas Everett’s relation to David Everett?

Caden Hawthorne fell into deep thought, it seemed he would need to have someone investigate the background of this Silas Everett thoroughly.

Silas appeared to notice Caden’s displeasure; he raised his eyebrows slightly, yet his tone remained gentle, "Master Hawthorne seems to have some prejudice against me? But it’s all right, I believe we’ll have more opportunities to understand each other in the future." After speaking, he turned to Vivian, "Miss Lynch, a pleasure to meet you, I hope we have the chance to meet again."

Vivian responded with a polite smile, "Mr. Everett, a pleasure to meet you as well."

Caden no longer gave Silas a chance to continue speaking; he took Vivian’s hand and said to Riley Hawthorne, "Let’s go."

Riley looked puzzled, "Brother, the auction hasn’t ended yet! Aren’t you going to see what other treasures there are?"

Caden, lacking the mood to look at treasures, said with a sullen expression, "Not in the mood, not watching anymore."

Though Riley didn’t know what had occurred, she seemed used to Caden’s mood swings and sighed helplessly, "Alright then!"

Thus, Caden took Vivian’s hand and exited the auction early, with Riley following behind them.

Meanwhile, Silas watched them leave with a mysterious smile on his lips.

"Sis, look at that jewelry on stage, it suits you well."

At this time, Yara and the others hadn’t noticed that Caden and the group had left. By the time they realized, the seats were already empty.

Yara looked around in confusion and said, "Huh? Where did Caden and the others go? Why did they suddenly disappear?"

Yvonne furrowed her brow slightly, feeling a bit disappointed. "Maybe something came up that made them leave early."

Yara stomped her foot, unwilling to let it go. "Hmph, surely that Vivian clung to Caden and made him leave. Sis, we can’t let this slide."

Yvonne sighed, "Yara, let’s go as well."

Although Yara was unwilling, she had no choice but to leave the auction with Yvonne.

Outside the auction, Caden’s expression remained grim despite leaving with Vivian and Riley.

Vivian noticed his unusual demeanor and took the initiative to hold his arm, asking, "Caden, are you angry?"

Caden snorted, "No."

Vivian smiled helplessly, his entire being clearly showing anger, "Alright, don’t be angry, it’s not worth it for a stranger."

Caden opened his mouth, wanting to refute, yet couldn’t utter a single word, his heart stuck with frustration.

Was it because of Silas that he was upset? He was clearly upset because of her.

Riley chimed in, "Brother, don’t get too worked up. Sister-in-law only exchanged a few words with Silas Everett."

Suddenly, Riley realized, "Are you overreacting because you’re jealous?"

At these words, Vivian looked at Caden in surprise, secretly wondering, "Was he just so upset because he was jealous?"

Being directly called out by Riley, Caden turned his head uncomfortably, "Nonsense."

Vivian, observing Caden’s reaction, felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. She lightly tugged on Caden’s hand and softly said, "Caden, if you don’t like me talking to others, I won’t do it in the future."

Caden turned his head to look at Vivian’s gentle gaze, and the frustration in his heart instantly dissipated. He reached out to stroke Vivian’s head, "No need, just socialize as usual. But as for Silas Everett, I just feel his intentions aren’t pure, so keep your distance."

Vivian nodded, "I understand."

Riley watched them and laughed, "Brother, just admit you’re jealous, nothing to be embarrassed about."

Caden glared at Riley, "Say one more word, and I’ll leave you here."

Riley quickly covered her mouth and made a shushing gesture.

Meanwhile, Silas, holding the painting, got into a black Lincoln.

Once in the car, the bodyguard in the front seat asked, "Young master, should we return to Cinderport immediately?"

Silas adjusted his glasses and curled his lips into a wicked smile, "No rush, I’ll stay in Aethelgard a while longer, there’s a more important matter."

The bodyguard nodded slightly and said no more. Silas leaned back in the seat, looking at the painting in his hand, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.

His visit to Aethelgard this time was not just for the painting.

He took out his phone and made a call.

"Hello, Uncle Kensington, I’ve bought the painting you wanted. Once I’m back in Cinderport, I’ll send it to the Kensington Family."

On the line, a steady voice of a middle-aged man said, "Silas, thank you so much."

"No need to be polite, Uncle Kensington, we’re family. But..." Silas paused at this point.

"But what?"

Silas furrowed his brow a bit, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "It’s just that I met some intriguing people in Aethelgard. Caden Hawthorne and his wife, Vivian Lynch, seemed very interested in this painting too. I feel there’s something I don’t know about this."

Uncle Kensington fell silent for a moment before speaking, "Silas, be careful in your actions in Aethelgard. The Hawthorne Family’s influence there cannot be underestimated, don’t provoke them lightly. As for this painting, as long as it arrives at the Kensington Family safely, that’s all that matters. Other matters can be discussed when you return."

Silas nodded, "I understand, Uncle Kensington. I’ll be careful."

"By the way, Uncle Kensington, I forgot to mention, Vivian Lynch resembles someone."

The middle-aged man on the phone said in confusion, "Who?"

"The famous painter Violet White." Silas said, "They just bear some resemblance."

Upon hearing this, the other line fell into a dead silence.

After a long while, the middle-aged man finally spoke, "What if they look alike? She’s no longer around..."

"Uncle Kensington, I spoke too much. It’s late, I won’t disturb your rest, goodbye!"

After ending the call, Silas fell into contemplation. His curiosity about Caden and Vivian grew stronger, and he decided to stay in Aethelgard longer to investigate them.

Meanwhile, Caden was also having someone investigate Silas Everett’s background.

An invisible struggle quietly began in Aethelgard.