"Even though I spend all my time eating, drinking, and having fun, I can still tell whether a painting is real or fake. Even I can tell... I'm sure you don't know that, right? You hung it there because you like it so much, right?"

As he said this, Park Jin Hyuk had a cynical smile on his face.

Park Jun-wan stared at his son, as if trying to read something from Park Jin-hyuk's face.

But apart from a smile, nothing else could be seen on his son's face.

"Okay, go back."

"Yes, then I, your useless son, will take my leave first."

Having said that, Park Jin Hyuk bowed his head politely, opened the door and walked out.

Wu Ruiying seemed uneasy because of what Park Jin Hyuk said before he left.

As soon as Park Jin Hyuk left, she immediately turned to Park Jun Wan and said:

"President, you know that our art gallery cannot accept fakes. That kid is talking nonsense. How can he appreciate paintings?

This painting was bought at a Sotheby's auction for $2 million.

"I understand. You and Sang Hyuk should go out first."

"President."

"Didn't I say I knew?"

Wu Ruiying wanted to say something else, but Park Junwan no longer wanted to listen.

So she could only get up and walk out the door with heavy steps.

After they all left, Secretary Huang took the ashtray on the desk back to the president.

"You're afraid I'll throw the ashtray away, so you put it where I can't see it, right?"

"President, that's not the case. I'm just worried about what might happen... I'm so sorry, please forgive me!"

"It doesn't matter. You did the right thing. Even if this child is useless, I can't hurt him."

Secretary Huang took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Park Junwan. He took it and put it in his mouth.

Secretary Huang inflamed the president again.

"President, do you feel that something is amiss?"

"I sensed it, so I sent them all away. What do you think?"

"Young Master's fainting this time was an acute attack. I confirmed this with Professor Jin several times, and he said that if it were a chronic condition, it wouldn't have these symptoms."

"If it's acute... then we can't say he's addicted to drugs, right?"

"Yes, there are many things that don't make sense in judging it as drug addiction."

"Didn't they say that a hair examination revealed that he started taking drugs a year ago?"

As Park Jun-wan spoke, he gestured for Secretary Huang to sit down.

Secretary Huang sat down respectfully, but he did not lean on the back of the sofa. Instead, he stood upright respectfully and continued:

"The doctor meant that if the current symptoms had occurred a year ago, it should have been detected then."

"Don't beat around the bush in front of me. You mean, the child was poisoned, right? It was like this a year ago, and it's the same now?"

After hearing the president's words, Secretary Huang lowered his head in agreement.

"It's just speculation at this point."

Park Junwan took a deep puff of the cigarette, and after a long time, he slowly exhaled the smoke.

"On the day Zhenhe fainted, he met the second and third brothers and Director Wu, right?"

"Yes."

"hehe."

Park Junwan stared at the smoke he exhaled with a serious expression.

The smoke hovered in the air for a moment before dispersing in all directions.

"It seems I have to start looking for my successor."