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What else could that look express except anger?

It was as if I had been betrayed.

Asana was stunned.

Then, in a short moment, she turned back again, rushed to the door, took out the key she had secretly taken after dinner, and opened the door with a calmness that she herself could not imagine.

"Asana!" Another greeting came.

This time, she didn't react.

At the same moment, the roar of a car engine was heard at the door of the mansion.

259, Escape

The commotion at the Izumo family soon disappeared into the darkness of the night. The car drove farther and farther away in the driveway, leaving everything behind. Finally, all around became quiet again.

Asana, who was sitting in the back seat, was breathing heavily and holding the bag tightly in her hands. Her hair was disheveled, she was only wearing slippers, and there were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked so miserable that anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

"Thank you for your hard work, Asana." Mogami Jun took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to Asana, "Drink some water."

"Thank you." Chaona said reluctantly, took the water bottle and started drinking it. Because he drank too quickly, he choked again and started coughing violently.

"Drink slowly, kid." Mogami Sayuki, who was driving, comforted Asana, "You are safe now. No one can do anything to you anymore."

When she returned home, Asana informed Jun Mogami through her cell phone that she only needed to prepare that night. Then Jun Mogami informed her mother, so she drove to the outside of the mansion and waited.

Fortunately, their hard work was not in vain. Asana really completed the plan, took the painting out of his home, and ran away with it.

With her successful escape, the most critical step of the plan was also successful.

If this painting is really authenticated as authentic, then it would just confirm the suspicion that the Izumo family forged and sold a fake. At the same time, because it is in the hands of Mogami Jun, it would become irrefutable evidence, and the Izumo family would not be able to conceal it even if they wanted to.

Yes, it is the key to victory! All that is left is to secretly find a trusted professional to identify it.

After drinking several sips of water, Asana finally calmed down.

As the passion faded, an irresistible feeling of sleepiness came over her. She suddenly felt her eyelids were very heavy and wanted to fall asleep.

But I can't fall asleep yet.

"Jun, I did it. I really didn't think I would do such a thing. Until now, I still find it incredible..." Asana smiled bitterly and looked at Mogami Jun, "But no matter what, I still fulfilled my promise..."

"Yes, you've done better than I thought, Asana." Mogami Jun nodded. "No matter what others think of what you did today, I admire you."

"To get a word of admiration, this price is too high..." Asana continued with a bitter smile, "At this point, I have no way out. I just hope... I just hope that everything I do is not meaningless, or even harmful to the Izumo family..."

"No, I said before, you are helping them now." Mogami Jun continued to encourage Asana, "You haven't done anything wrong, please don't worry."

"Then, don't fail to do what you promised me!" Asana stared at Mogami Jun and warned him solemnly.

"I will definitely do it." Mogami Jun looked at her face and nodded, "Take a good rest. You have done enough."

The fluorescent light from the screen shone on the faces of the three people, making their expressions look a little strange, but Asana looked at him and nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you then..."

Then she closed her eyes.

There was nothing to worry about anymore, this was their agreement.

Now, take a good rest...

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Although they were in a noisy car, Asana, who was already very tired, fell asleep quickly. Mogami and her son did not say much to avoid disturbing her.

But not long after, the cell phone that Sayuki Mogami placed next to the steering wheel rang.

She glanced at the screen of her mobile phone and found that, as expected, the caller ID was Mrs. Izumo.

Logically speaking, she didn't need to answer the phone at all, and it was a bit dangerous to talk on the phone while driving, but Mogami Sayuki couldn't help laughing, then she just raised her hand and pressed the button to accept the call.

This is probably a small revenge for Mrs. Izumo's previous actions.

"Mrs. Izumo?" After answering the call, Mogami Sayuki asked in a very surprised tone, "Why are you calling so late at night? What's the matter?"

"Where is Asana?!" The person on the other end of the phone asked directly and coldly without any courtesy.

"What? What do you mean? How would I know where Asana is?" Mogami Sayuki still answered in a very surprised tone, "Wait, what happened to Asana? Is she missing? That's..."

"Please stop pretending with me at this point, okay?" Mrs. Izumo interrupted her, "You were the one who just took Asana away!"

Even through the phone, Mogami Sayuki could feel how angry Mrs. Izumo was.

Think about how elegant and reserved Mrs. Izumo was when the two met at the shrine. Comparing that with her current out-of-control appearance, you can tell how furious she is.

But it is understandable. How many people can remain calm when watching their daughter run away from home?

"You really leave me confused. I have no idea what you mean! You said I took your daughter away. Do you have any evidence? Besides, Asana is a living person. I don't have any hypnosis skills. Why would she leave with me?" Mogami Sayuki replied calmly, "If Asana really left without saying goodbye, I think instead of venting your anger on others, you might as well reflect on why she did this. In this way, maybe you can make some improvements, and maybe she will come back by herself then?"

"How can I teach my daughter that I don't need your concern?" Mrs. Izumo's voice trembled a little. "In other words, you don't admit that you instigated and helped my daughter escape?"

"Why should I admit something I didn't do? If you have solid evidence, just say it out loud. Don't beat around the bush, otherwise it's slander!" Mogami Sayuki also raised her voice, "Also, I respected you and gave in to you before, but that was just out of courtesy, not because I was really afraid of you or owed you anything, so please be careful when talking to me, Mrs. Izumo!"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Just when Mogami Sayuki was wondering if the other party was really mad, Mrs. Izumo spoke again.

Surprisingly calm.

"Well, Madam Mogami, since you said that, I have nothing to say. I apologize for my rudeness to you, and I hope you can accept it. But...if it is finally proved that you did all these things, then don't think we will let it go. No matter what the price, I will let you experience the consequences of doing so-"

"That's really scary... But I really don't understand why you suspected me at the first moment. Do I look like a bad person?" Mogami Sayuki sighed, "Okay, I'll accept your apology for the time being, and wish you all the best in the future. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Mrs. Izumo hung up the phone immediately.

At the same moment the phone was hung up, Mogami Sayuki couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She finally avenged herself and her son for the humiliation they had suffered, and she paid it back double. The sense of satisfaction she felt was beyond description.

Of course, this is just the beginning. The verbal advantage you gain is just a comfort, and it cannot be considered a real victory.

There is still a lot to do and we cannot be careless.

"Mom, she must be going crazy..." Mogami Jun whispered, "Since she suspected you at the first moment, she will definitely find the clues soon."

It is conceivable that Mrs. Izumo will then go around investigating the nearby surveillance cameras and find the footage of Sayuki Mogami's car driving near her home.

Maybe she would even be able to find it out at dawn, and then Mogami Sayuki's excuses would be meaningless.

So even if Mogami Sayuki denies it vehemently now, it won't be long before Mrs. Izumo will come back to accuse her, and by then she will have the real evidence.

It's a pity that even that would be meaningless, because... just this one night is enough.

Sayuki Mogami was driving not to the apartment she rented for her son, nor to her own home, but to another place where the person she had an appointment with was already waiting for her.

"I know, I'm waiting." Mogami Sayuki replied nonchalantly, "Then I'll show her how powerful I am!"

In the pitch-black night, the car drove from the Izumo residence in the suburbs back to the brightly lit city.

There was as much traffic here as usual, so the cars slowed down.

The taillights of the cars and the tall buildings were shining with all kinds of light, as if bringing them back to a magical world.

Sayuki Mogami drove the car slowly through the streets and finally stopped in an inconspicuous building.

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Asana, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt her arm shaking and someone calling her in her ear.

She opened her eyes drowsily and found herself in a room, lying on the armrest of the sofa.

She subconsciously became nervous, then looked at her arms and found that the bag was still there, and she finally felt a little relieved.

Then she looked up and saw that Jun Mogami was sitting next to her, looking at her with a smile.

"I'm sorry to wake you up at this time, but there's nothing I can do. Please be patient for a moment."

"…It's okay." Asana breathed a sigh of relief and felt much better. "Where are we?"

"We are now in a private room of a bar. I don't know where exactly. My mother brought us here." Mogami Jun replied in a low voice, "She told me that this place is a bit messy, so she wanted us to stay here the whole time and not talk or run around."

Asana couldn't help but look around again, and found that the layout here was indeed quite exquisite, but it didn't look like an ordinary living room.

"Why are you here?" she couldn't help asking.

"For identification." Mogami Jun answered directly, "You know, no matter what the identification is, this matter itself cannot be leaked to the outside world, especially the bank, so we can only find a trustworthy person to identify it privately. My mother contacted someone, and that person only trusted this place, so we had to come here."

Asana finally understood.

Indeed, no matter what, the bank must not be allowed to know that the paintings in their safe that were mortgaged were fakes. If they knew, the Izumo family would be doomed, so they could only authenticate them privately.

"I must be present during the appraisal. Could you please talk to the expert?" After hesitating for a moment, Chao Na asked carefully.

This is an extremely valuable painting. It is already very dangerous to let an unfamiliar person authenticate it. If it is out of sight and someone replaces it, it will be a lifelong pain. So Asana had to make this request.

"That's what I should do." Mogami Jun nodded and replied with a smile, "That's why I woke you up. Of course, the original owner must be present before we can start."

"Thank you..." Asana felt relieved.

She knew that taking such precautions was meaningless. If they really had bad intentions, they could have snatched it from her while she was sleeping. Even now, if they really wanted to rob her, what resistance could a young girl like her put up?

However, even with such a valuable thing in front of him, he was not tempted at all. It can be seen that what he said was true and he made the right bet.

"How did I get here from the car?" She suddenly remembered something unrelated.

"Need I ask? Of course I carried you in here." Mogami Jun shrugged, "You were lying on my shoulder, sleeping soundly."

“Hmm…” Asana turned her face away.

260, Physical Evidence and Victory

While Jun Mogami and Asana were still talking, the door of the box suddenly opened.

The noisy sounds and blazing lights suddenly came in, interrupting the conversation between the two people.

Jun Mogami subconsciously walked towards the door and found two people walking in.

Because of the backlight, the faces of the two people could not be seen clearly, but it was obvious that one of them was his mother, Mogami Sayuki.

Next to Mogami Sayuki was a tall and thin middle-aged man. He looked quite gentle, with gray hair and an unhealthy sallow complexion. His expression was quite serious, with his thick eyebrows twisted together.

He was holding a briefcase in his hand and looked like a clerk getting ready to go to work in the morning.

After seeing Jun Mogami and Asana, he didn't say anything, but just nodded.

At this time, the door was closed again by Mogami Sayuki.

"This is the expert I invited. He will be able to conduct an appraisal immediately."

Mogami Sayuki did not introduce his name, so Mogami Jun and Izumo Asana tactfully did not ask. The two of them just nodded to each other politely.

"Well, let's start?" Mogami Sayuki looked at Asana and suggested.

Asana hesitated for a moment, but still nodded slightly.

Then, she picked up the bag in her arms, took out the roll of oil painting from it, pulled out the paper tube inside, and then carefully spread the oil painting flat on the table.

When he saw what kind of figure was in the spread-out oil painting, the middle-aged man's brows twitched slightly, and he was obviously touched.

But soon, he calmed down and walked directly to the side of the table. Then he skillfully placed his hand lightly on the surface of the painting, as if feeling the material.

Then, his brows gradually relaxed, and he casually opened the briefcase he brought with him and took out many strange little tools from it.

He first placed a small desk lamp next to the painting. The light was not normal light but deep red. Then he lowered his head to look at the painting, took a few deep breaths, smelled the residual paint, and then carefully examined every brush texture and paint accumulation. He looked very slowly and seriously, like a hardworking farmer, carefully cultivating every inch of a huge farmland.

When he first saw his actions, Jun Mogami found them somewhat novel, but he soon became bored and simply picked up his phone to read the news.

Asana was a little nervous at first, and stood by and watched the middle-aged man's entire identification process, but she soon felt bored. The physical and mental fatigue once again overwhelmed her spirit, and she felt her legs become a little weak.

So she also sat on the sofa next to her.

After looking at the appraisal for a while, she finally fell asleep in a daze, her body unconsciously falling to the side and finally resting on Mogami Jun's shoulder.

Jun Mogami looked at her sleeping face with even breathing and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This silly kid is too careless... If someone takes advantage of the opportunity to replace the paintings, you will lose tens of millions of dollars!

But from this point, it can be seen that she really trusts herself and entrusts her own safety to herself.

Therefore, we must not betray this trust in any way.

Jun Mogami looked at the table again. The middle-aged man was still carefully appraising the paintings. Everything around him seemed to have no impact on him.