Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 381

"Thank you for your kindness. I'll come over to visit you tomorrow morning and I hope to get some useful information from you." I tried to sound calm and firm without letting personal feelings interfere with the conversation I was about to have with Ian.

After hanging up, an unknown feeling arose in my heart.

Ethan Grayson. This name bore a heavy weight in my heart. It made me want to run away from him, yet I was inexplicably drawn to him.

However, I knew that this wasn't the right time to pursue personal relationships like this.

I needed to first solve the riddle ahead of me, find the missing art gallery, and uncover the secrets behind it.

This was no longer just related to my father's assets, but also an endless pursuit of art and truth for me.

I had arrived on time at the Grayson residence the morning of the following day. Ian was already waiting for me in his study. There was a faint smile on his face as his deep eyes shone with wisdom.

The study was filled with the woody scent of books. There were a few old paintings on the wall, exhibiting the Grayson's rich cultural heritage.

"Ms. Wiley, you're here." Ian's voice was gentle yet firm. He gestured for me to take a seat.

I didn't expect us to meet in such unique circumstances, all because his attitude toward me had changed drastically.

I remembered how unpleasantly we parted the last time we met after we argued. I didn't expect us to be able to sit together in the same space so cordially.

"I know you're here to look for me because of the art gallery."

I nodded. There was no small talk. We went straight to business.

Sadly, my understanding of him was way too little. The impression he gave me was exceptionally ridiculous as well.

"Where's the art gallery now, then? Why has no one known of it anymore for all these years?"

Ian was silent for a while before he grabbed a yellowed photo album and started flipping through it.

"There are some pictures in this photo album that consist of your father and a few important people at that time, which also encapsulated a lot of precious moments between him and that art gallery.

"In one of the pictures was an address written at the back of it. It was an address location in a small town. That's all I know regarding the last whereabouts of that art gallery."

I took over the photo album and read the words behind that picture carefully. A strong desire arose in my heart. It was as if I had uncovered a long, hidden secret.