Chapter 160: Seeking Justice for His Wife

At the Prism Art Gallery in Pinecrest. It was 10 PM, an hour past closing time, but the gallery was fully lit to serve a special guest. Benjamin, dressed in a tailored black suit, white shirt, and bow tie, exuded an aura of cold elegance and high-class sophistication. He stood before a painting titled "Sunflowers" by the champion artist. It was an attempt to imitate Van Gogh's masterpiece. But it lacked the soul and emotion and fell flat in comparison. "Mr. Taylor!" Frank, the curator, hurried over and smiled obsequiously despite the late hour. "Good evening, Mr. Taylor." Benjamin glanced at his garish purple suit. "Are you the curator of the Prism Art Gallery?" "Yes, I'm Frank Blair, the curator here." Frank extended his hand for a handshake. Benjamin ignored it and put his hands in his pockets. "I appreciate you accommodating me at this late hour," he said, his tone icy and indifferent, without a hint of apology for the inconvenience. Frank awkwardly withdrew his hand an