Chapter 283: Posthumous Work (2)
Ten million dollars in inheritance!
Everly knew painters could make good money, but she’d never had any connection to the industry herself. She had no concept of how much the works of a top-tier artist could sell for.
Besides, whenever her deadbeat father “dropped some gold coins”—that is, reluctantly sent her money—it was usually only a few tens of thousands of dollars at a time, and he always acted as though parting with the cash was killing him. After enough of those experiences, Everly had naturally concluded that the man wasn’t particularly successful and simply couldn’t hold on to his money.
But the truth was…
The one without money had been her all along.
The gullible one had been her, too.
While she and her grandfather, Old John, had been scraping by at their rundown gas station, working themselves to the bone, her deadbeat father had been living in a sprawling mansion several hundred square meters in size, practically walking on gold-plated floors, leading the empty yet luxurious life of the rich.
That old bastard!
He was that wealthy, and he still pinched pennies whenever he sent her money?