Cherished By Seven Sisters
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Chapter 20 Understand Me The Best
Yelena knitted her eyebrows and continued, “Eagle on a Tree is overall excellent, but I think that smudge of red was a mistake.” Why did Mr. Emerentius add something like that to an already perfect painting? It doesn’t fit his usual style.
When Emrys heard that, a ghost of a smile formed on his face. Lena truly does understand me the best. I was eating red berries when I accidentally squirted the juice on the painting.
However, when the crowd heard what she said, their expressions shifted drastically.
Harrison exclaimed, “Nonsense! Mr. Emerentius‘ works are always flawless!”
The others also expressed their displeasure at Yelena’s remark because Emèrentius was their idol.
They wouldn’t allow anyone to speak ill of him or his works.
Rowan snorted. “It’s like I said earlier. There’s no way a woman like her understands art. She shouldn’t have been invited. She’ll only spoil our mood.”
Similarly, Lorenzo frowned.
Although he had said that everyone was free to express their opinions, what he really wanted to hear were praises from different perspectives, not criticisms.
He was so upset by Yelena’s critique that he stopped treating her as nicely as he used to.
Of course, Yelena detected the change in his attitude and was disappointed. I genuinely thought this was a networking event for art enthusiasts. As it turns out, everyone here is just a flatterer, including Mr. Haberle. I shouldn’t have come.
Just as she was going to leave, Emrys stopped her. “Wait and see.” There’s no way I’ll leave before these people get what they deserve for bullying Lena. I guess it’s time to reveal my identity as Mr. Emerentius.
Just as he wondered how to expose himself as the famous artist, something happened, and it changed his mind.
“Now that I’ve seen your collection, how about you come and look at mine, Mr. Haberle?” suggested Harrison when he had almost finished admiring Lorenzo’s collection.
The crowd turned to him.
Lorenzo was surprised. “You brought your collection here?”
“This is an artwork from Marco Phoenix. While it’s not as good as Mr. Emerentius‘ work, it is ancient, thus valuable,” Harrison introduced, unrolling the scroll.
It really is Marco’s painting!
Harrison’s ‘smile froze. He turned to the owner of the voice.
When he saw the speaker was Emrys, his expression darkened. “What did you just say?”
“I said this painting is a fake.”
“A fake? Are you joking?” Rowan was more furious than his father. “Do you think we wouldn’t notice if it was fake? Or do you think your appraisal skills are better than all of us here?”
His words successfully directed everyone’s hatred toward Emrys.
If none of us can tell it’s a fake except you, doesn’t that mean your skills are more exceptional than ours? The crowd stared at Emrys with hostility. Where did this attention–seeking ant come from?
Lorenzo’s expression darkened. “If you two siblings are here to pick a fight, please leave right now. You’re not welcome here.”
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