“Oh, it’s not a problem,” Gina assured Aron before wheeling on Frank. “Go on, bring your painting.”


    “What are you doing, Mom?!” Helen snapped with a scowl–if the real Bronx was being hung in Gerald


    Simmons‘ office, Aron would definitely recognize it!


    Did she really have to go that far just to humiliate Frank?


    Gina giggled smugly in turn. “Don’t you dare side with him–he’s the one who kept insisting that it’s real.


    Let’s see what he’s going to say now!”


    “What…” Helen bit her lip, speechless.


    On the other hand, Frank remained impassive as he passed the painting to Aron, who was stunned


    when he saw it.


    Gina hurried up to him, asking, “So? Is it real?”


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    Zeb, Cindy and Peter were staring at Frank in turn, waiting for him to embarrass himself!


    Aron inhaled deeply and said, “Of course it’s real.”


    “See–wait, what’s that?” Gina froze before she could start mocking Frank. “Are you sure, Mr. Lynch?”


    “Of course,” Aron nodded repeatedly. “I’ve seen this painting every day for so long, since it was hung in


    Mr. Simmons‘ study. There’s no mistaking it.”


    He then remembered not seeing it for the past couple of days—so Gerald gave it off to the Lanes!


    Still, what on earth earned them such a great favor from Gerald?


    “What?!”


    Zeb, Cindy, Helen, and Peter were left gaping in disbelief–this was not what Randall said!


    Hold on, did Frank really get it from Gerald Simmons‘ office?


    Henry was stroking his beard,ughing out loud as he leveled a gloating look at Gina and the rest.


    “Hahaha! Like I said–Frank would never give me a bootleg item! What do you have to say now?!”


    Aron paused just then before turning to Frank. “Sir, could you be Mr. Frank Lawrence?”


    “Yes.” Frank turned toward him slowly. “Do we know each other?”


    Aron threw up his hands. “No we don’t, sir–but Mr. Simmons often mentioned you. So, he gave you his


    favorite piece… that makes a lot of sense now!”


    “Also, I believe I must inform you that Mr. Simmons arranged for this hall,” Aron added. “We apologize


    for not asking for your approval beforehand.”


    Aron’s apology somehow sounded suspiciously like bragging, as if he wanted everyone to know that


    Gerald was the one who got the hall for this asion.


    “Really?” Frank asked in feigned surprise before turning to smile at Zeb. “I thought Mr. Zeb


    Larkin there made the arrangements?”


    Even as Zeb’s heart thumped when he realized things were going bad, Aron appeared utterly


    confused. “Zeb Larkin? Who’s that?”


    Gian quickly exined, “That’s him right there! Didn’t he ask Mr. Simmons to arrange this hall for us?”