My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 562

A genuine Picasso is a rare find for antique lovers.

The authentic works that survive are either in museums around the world or have been taken by collectors and are not for sale.

Sean then carefully took the painting, walked to the front of the counter and opened the box.

The lifelike figure of the Goddess of Mercy came into view, and Sean was stunned.

The style of the painting, the handwriting were sure from Picasso.

Sean raised his head and shot a deep glance at Jocelyn.

The moment they looked at each other, Jocelyn smiled and led Charles over to Sean.

The two held their hands on the counter and quietly looked at the work on the counter.

Sean was incomparably excited as he picked up the magnifying glass and began to look carefully at the painting in front of him.

The more he looked at it the more certain he became, and the more certain he became the more excited he became!

Finally Sean was utterly certain.

The painting in front of me is a real Picasso!

This is an authentic Picasso!!!

Sean took off his old-fashioned glasses with a straight face and looked at Jocelyn with eyes full of excitement, "How much are you selling it?"

Jocelyn, "And how much are you prepared to pay?"

Sean said, "200 million, is it okay?"

Jocelyn shook her head.

Sean raised his bid, "250 million."

Jocelyn, "I want 300 million."

She could see that he genuinely liked it.

And it's still very possible to sell this painting for 350 million.

So, she wanted to try it out.

Sean snapped his fingers briskly, "Okay, I'll write you a cheque now."

Jocelyn really didn't expect that he would agree so readily.

It was thought that he would cut the price.

In fact, she could have accepted it if he had offered seven billion.

Jocelyn hooked her lips in satisfaction, "Good."

Hanish and the others chased them to the entrance of Time Antiques just in time to hear the news of the 300 million deal between Jocelyn and Sean.

Three people almost had a brain haemorrhage on the spot with jealousy.

Hanish, in particular, was weak to the extent that he could only support his body by holding his hands on the door frame.

300 million! That was supposed to belong to him!

The reason they came after me was that they were supposed to ash Jocelyn to be their teachers.

But it was unexpected to hear such news together on the spot.

They can't even match a random antique that someone buys after a lifetime of antique shops.

Soon, Sean wrote a cheque for 300 million in front of those three at the door and handed it to Jocelyn.