“Mr. Anderson, these are the records of the meeting today for the proposed gallery and the coming exhibit,” Jared reported while he puts down the file folder on Alfred's table.
Alfred brows furrowed, “why do you report it to me? Isn't Dylan's office assigned to this project?”
Jared scratched his head, “Eh! Mr. Anderson, I don't know how but the artists hired for that event are...”
“Is what?”
“His ex...Riley.”
“What? How?”
“The artists that we hired before who backed out, introduced Mr. Arden Boyle to us. Then Mr. Arden Boyle said that he has a friend who can help him to make this project successful. That friend from Italy is Mr. Riley.”
“So he hid in Italy for seven years, huh.” Alfred thought. “Okay, let me handle this, and don't let Dylan know about this yet. He is aware that R
