Damian didn't have Adkins" social skills, Boswell's business acumen, or

Colman's talent for writing programs. It seemed that all he had was two capable hands. He thought all he could do was play the piano and paint.

Matthew looked at the painting and thought for a moment.

“How about this? Since I like your painting very much, I can buy it after you finish it. But I have one request..."

“What's that?" Damian looked up at him in surprise.

“I'm your client now. If you want me to buy your work, you must continue to paint according to my preferences." As much as he wanted to encourage his child, he also wanted him to know that making money wasn't that easy.

Tilting his head to one side, the boy became thoughtful for a while.

Finally, he understood what his dad meant.

"Dad, you want me to draw according to your requirements so I can sell my work to you for one million dollars?"

"Yes!" Matthew nodded.

At then, something crossed Damian's mind, and he said, "In that case, it makes no difference. It's you who is going to give me the money. My brothers earned their money by themselves, but I'LL get mine from my father. What if my brothers get mad?"

“You are wrong. Even if you don't sell this painting to me, someone else will buy it. You could earn two million by selling it at an auction. I'm just getting the benefit of buying it for one million. You see, I'm saving money but also saving you a lot of trouble. Anyway, whether you want to take it out for auction or sell it to your father, the choice is yours.”

Evidently, the Hilton family's influence added to the painting's value.

As long as it was about Matthew, the drawing could even sell for ten million dollars.

What was valuable was not the painting itself, but its connection to the Hilton family.

At that moment, the three boys standing at the door exchanged looks and shared the same thought. How could they leave their youngest brother behind now that they had the money? Determined, the three children jumped out and walked into the room together.

“Damian, that is one sweet painting! I want it. Would you give it to me? I'm serious. I'll pay you for it," Boswell offered. He really liked the painting on the easel. It depicted a pleasant memory of the kids with their dad. Damian had just put the finishing touches on it, and was standing back, admiring his work.

“Hey, I like it too. A lot. Maybe you should give it to me. I'll double whatever Boswell offers you," Colman said with a wicked grin. Of course he liked it. He thought he looked quite handsome in it. The painting would Look nice hanging on his wall.

When he heard his brothers discussing this, Adkins' spirits fell. He also wanted it. He had cash, but he lost half of his money when he adopted a panda. Pandas were not cheap. He was sure he didn't have as much as his brothers did. He had to use his wits to acquire the painting, not his wallet.

“We all want it, but there's only one. Why don't we go in on it? Say, five hundred thou each?" he offered.

With an offer Like that, Damian's mind was blown. He almost dropped the oil pastel in his hand. The boy had resigned himself to just buying a single panda. But now he'd have the money to buy more than one.

As their dad, Matthew felt left out. Shouldn't he have some kind of say in this? He cleared his throat and said, “What about me, boys? I saw it first."

Boswell craned his neck to look up at his father. Matthew towered over all of his sons, because they were so young.

“So? Stay out of it, Dad.

You've got too much money. There's no way we could match up. Besides, you Like Mom the most, huh? Just get Damian to paint a picture of Mom.