Chapter 12 Maurice Gonzalez
She lightly tapped the screen, switching to voice mode, and asked, “What’s up”
“Hoss After two years, I finally managed to get in touch with you”
The male voice was filled with excitement, too loud and grating to the ear.
Fortunately, Roseanne was prepared. She had placed her phone on the table, listening to the incessant chatter.
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The man, known as White Fox, was a member of Ghosts. His responsibilities included coordinating tasks, researching information, and handling post–sales–related issues, among other miscellaneous duties.
“Ever since you left, the undefeated legend of Team Six was shattered. Team One has always been one step ahead of us, even mocking is as barbarians. Everyone was so focused on competing with Team One that we barely completed any tasks.”
Leaning bark in her hair, Roseanne casually grabbed a bag of chips and tore it open. “Why are you all so useless? You can’t even light back when you’re comered?”
White Fox’s voice was tinged with a soli “Back in the day, with you backing us up, we could retaliate when bullied. But now, it’s impossible. A new how has joined Tram One with an incredibly high level of combat ability. We simply can’t beat him. Hoss, opilitary life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You’ve been married for two years now, I bet your money’s all spent. When you turn, you’ll get half of the profits from the orders. You can even bring your husband back with you. We’ll take care of
Roseanne stated flatly. “I’m divorced”
“What?”
Overwhelmed by excitement yet forced to restrain himself, White Fox even let out a high–pitched exclamation. “Who the hell dares to cross you, loss?”
Even though the organization’s actions had repeatedly crossed everyone’s boundaries, the higher–ups promised to change in order to retaini Roseanne,
However, she didn’t care. She announced her departure without hesitation. A month later, she proposed to retire, the reason. being
She was getting married.
Hahaha! Prcellent! Simply brilliant news! It’s great they’re divorcing!
The smile on his lips was impossible to suppress. He held back his laughter and said, “Boss, why don’t you just come back? I’ll take care of that jerk for you. We had taken on a mission with a reward of a whopping five hundred million. Initially, the success rate was only fifty percent. If you were to join us, the success rate would shoot up to a hundred percent.”
After taking a sip of water, Roseanne rose from her seat, phone in hand, and walked over to the window, Gazing into the distance, she said, “Since I’ve left, I won’t be going back.”
There would be no bloody battles, no relentless killings. There was no need for her to constantly stay on guard and even less trason to worry about who might die at any moment.
She was quite fond of this slow–paced lifestyle.
However, it was somewhat dull.
White Fox stated, “Boss, if you don’t return, I’ll come to Yollar to hunt down that scmbag. The police would surely suspect that I was the toy boy you’d found”
After I kill you, that’ll prove my innocence”
Lindegging you
gru on my knees.”
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Roseanne continued, “By the way, I need a favor. I’ll pay you a million for it”
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White Fox wanted to refuse but feared she might disappear if things didn’t go her way. Frustrated, he asked, “What is it”
“Hell Blood sent me a death notice. Can you find out who’s put a hit on me?”
“What? Someone had the audacity to send you a death notice? Has Hell Blood gone made
White Fox was taken aback, his brows furrowed deeply. “Boss, you’ve been out of the game for two years. You might be rusty How about I protect you? No charge.”
Roseanne said softly. “No need
She had not skipped her training over the past two years.
This apartment wasn’t quite suitable for transforming into a training room, so it was time to purchase a new place.
The Graham residence had equipment specifically customized for her, along with several paintings. Once she had found at place, she planned to find a time to move everything out.
Meanwhile, at the Graham residence.
Brandon reached the fourth floor, his gaze landing on an unusually distinctive door. He asked, “Why is it closed?”
Fiona responded, “This is Mrs, Graham’s training room. Aside from cleaning, no one is usually allowed in.”
With furrowed brows, Brandon commanded in a cold voice, “Open it,”
Fiona agreed to that,
The door opened, letting in a refreshing breeze from the floor–to–ceiling window.
Brandon brushed away the stray strands of hair on his forehead and stepped forward, entering the room.
The space within was vast, the echoes of footsteps resounding with a rhythmic sound.
There was a chair, a treadmill, a gym machine, a barbell… In summary, all sorts of gym equipment could be found.
Brandon meticulously examined each item, noticing signs of use. These weren’t mere decorations. Somehow, this realization lifted his spirits slightly.
He never favored women who were wasteful.
In the center, a punching bag was hanging, with several pairs of boxing gloves arranged not too far away.
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As he walked to the left, there was a rectangular board standing upright against a wall.
Brandon found it odd. As he approached, he noticed that the wooden board was covered with marks made by needles, densely packed, giving one goosebumps.
What is she doing with this
In the end, he called for the housekeeper. “Take down this panel,” he instructed, “it’s an eyesore. Throw away everything and buy a new set according to the original model and specifications.”
He had already examined the training equipment, and it was all top–notch.
Yvonne had a fondness for boxing, and this gym would be perfect for her.
Fiona wore a conflicted expression, replying. “Mr. Graham, all of Mrs. Graham’s items are custom–made. I’m not sure about The model”
“It there a receipt?”
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She thought carefully, and a smile lit up her face. “Yes, Mr. Graham. Please give me a moment.”
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In less than five minutes, Fiona brought over the receipt, When Brandon took a look at it, his eyes widened in shock. “Ninety million? These items actually cost ninety million? How could she be so extravagant!”
The housekeeper quietly retreated to one side. She had initially wanted to point out that Roseanne had spent her own money. However, seeing Brandon’s anger, she thought better of it and kept her thoughts to herself.
Brandon felt his heart was twisting in pain. After taking a few deep breaths, he said, “Just remove the planks and leave everything else untouched. Get someone to fix them. They need to look brand new.”
“Very well. Mr. Graham.”
Brandon continued his tour, and upon entering the second bedroom, he spotted several paintings. He asked, “Are these also her creations!”
“Mr. Graham, Mrs. Graham brought them here.”
Brandon’s dark eyes slightly dimmed as he let out a snort. “She even brought all sorts of trash into the house.”
He approached, reaching out to take down the painting, intending to ask the housekeeper to remove it. However, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a flamboyant signature in the bottom right corner.
It read: Maurice
Brandon’s pupils contracted slightly, his mouth opening slowly. He rehung the painting, observing all of them closely.
There were portraits of an elder, illustrations of birds in flight, and landscapes.
All three bore Maurice’s signature,
Maurice was a prodigy, gaining fame at a young age. He was a versatile artist, advocating for realism. His reputation was well- established both domestically and internationally in the art world. His works were so highly valued that they were priceless.
Twenty years ago, when Maurice was just fifty, for reasons unknown, he stopped painting. It wasn’t until a decade later that he emerged from his self–imposed isolation, painting a captivating portrait of a young girl in a cage.
The painting left the world astounded with its dark and edgy style. Despite offers reaching up to four billion, Maurice refused
to sell it.
After completing this portrait, Maurice once again stopped painting.
Word started to spread about him taking on his last mentee, and the young girl’s cage painting was given to that mentee of
his.
Maurice never took on mentees; he only taught people.
Numerous people tried to uncover the identity of his mentee, but all their efforts were in vain.
Roseanne owning three paintings by Maurice was absolutely impossible. Brandori reckoned they must have been forgeries.
The painting was framed, and Brandon began to examine it closely. The more he looked, the more he felt a sense of astonishment.
He had previously seen Maurice’s artwork. The style of these three paintings was strikingly similar to Maurice’s, even the signatures bore a remarkable resemblance.
Could they be replicas created by Maurice’s menteet
Don Rosanne know Maurice’s menter?
