Thomas Shannon chuckled as he picked up the phone, "What can I do for you, Mr. Shannon?"
Ignoring his teasing, James Shannon got straight to the point, "Did your mother tell you what she just said?"
"Yeah."
"At Friday's auction, at any cost, bid for your mother's painting and send it back to me." James Shannon commanded him imperiously.
James Shannon's possessiveness was evident, and the reason Mrs. Shannon's paintings were priceless was entirely his doing.
He had collected all his wife's artworks, making them hard to come by regardless of wealth.
This time was no exception. James Shannon wanted to accompany Mrs. Shannon, so naturally, he couldn't attend the auction.
Since Mrs. Shannon was sending their son instead, James Shannon had no choice but to send him to bid.
He wouldn't let his wife's paintings end up in someone else's hands.
Thomas Shannon hesitated for a moment, seeming troubled, "Father, bidding is no problem, but the funds..."
