Chapter 353: Ian Brookes

At the entrance of the art gallery, Ian Brookes held the copied painting Tina had given him and sighed softly. He had been standing there for hours after everyone else had left, staring at the painting. The more he looked at it, the more familiar the figure in the painting seemed to him. But clearly, this figure was different from Alina. Perhaps he was just getting old and mistaken. When Alina went missing, she was only ten years old. The figure in the painting appeared to be around thirty-five, a significant age difference that made it hard for him to identify any resemblance. Was it just because of that mole? Just then, a man in a black suit hurried over. "Dad, I only lost sight of you for a moment, and you came here? If something happened to you, my brothers would tear my head off." He was Ian Brookes' fourth son, Jack. Ian Brookes glanced at him with an air of authority. "What? Do I need your permission to go somewhere?" "That's not what I meant!" Jack said helplessly. Ever sin