Chapter 592

Everyone was buzzing with excitement, and Josefina knew she couldn't be the party pooper. She nodded, "Alright, let's all head out and have a look."

Josefina's agreement sent waves of excitement through the group.

Garrett couldn't contain his joy, "I'll handle all the travel arrangements. You guys just

focus on having fun. Leave everything else to me."

Hattie chipped in, "Awesome! I'm gonna take loads of pics with Josie."

Seeing everyone so cheerful made Josefina's heart swell with joy.

...

Back at home, Dominic caught a knowing glance from Sydney, and they settled down for a chat in the garden.

The night air was cool, and Sydney felt even colder inside.

"So, what did Grandpa say?" she asked.

"The painting's a fake, and Grandpa's livid," Dominic replied.

"What!" Sydney's voice was a mix of shock and dismay.

Dominic recounted the evening's events, and by the end, Sydney looked like she'd been hit by a freight train.

"How could this have happened? It has to be Oliver; he's set us up!" Sydney spat, anger seething in her words.

Dominic pondered, "Does Oliver even understand art? How could he spot the forgery at a glance?"

"From what we've gathered, Oliver isn't into art. Never seen him around any," Sydney reported loyally.

Dominic stood, his handsome features hardened under the glow of the streetlights.

"If Oliver's never dabbled in art, how could he know the painting I bought was a fake?" Dominic was at a loss.

Could it be that Oliver had someone like Gideon himself in his corner?

"Josefina couldn't be Gideon, could she?" Dominic mused aloud.

Without skipping a beat, Sydney countered, "Impossible. How could Josefina be Gideon? Does she even know the first thing about art?"

Dominic continued, "Then our intel's off. Oliver has to know his art."

"I've heard your dad say the same; Oliver's not a fan of art. I think Oliver's laid a trap, and you walked right into it."

"Dominic, you're overthinking it.

Josefina can't be Gideon. She's just the Harrison family's long-lost- heiress. What can she possibly do? Get some sleep and stop worrying so much."

Dominic acknowledged with a grunt and headed back inside.

Reaching his room, he found Shay waiting for his return.

"Why are you here, Dominic?" Shay stood, tension lining her posture.

Dominic shrugged off his coat to reveal a tight black tee, his arms muscular and defined.

Cracking open a cold cola from the

fridge, he took a swig with a

nonchalant air and a smirk playing

on his lips.

"Worried I'd off your

Sweetheart?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Shay snapped, visibly irate.

"You think you can hide your crush on Oliver from mom and dad, and from me? You

rushed back because Josefina's on the scene, didn't you?"

Shay, seething with a fierce look, plopped down on the couch, "Dominic, don't bite off more than you can chew."

"Me? Overreaching?" Dominic

scoffed. "Shay, we're in this together. Don't talk to me about overreaching. If you were so capable, would you still be here arguing with me? Just remember not to mess up d plans."

Seeing the conversation was going nowhere, Shay stood and left in a huff.