Fake Daughter Is The Real Legend (Iris Sutton) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333 Not for Sale

Chapter 333 Not For Sale

The International Violin Exchange Conference would begin in two days.

Chloe’s invited art exhibition, however, was scheduled a day earlier.

For once, Damian Noir had cleaned himself up first thing in the morning.

Chloe was delighted and insisted on taking photo after photo with him.

Soon, Vincent and Iris walked out of the villa as well.

“Let’s get in,” Vincent said. “I’ll drive!”

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Judging from Damian’s condition, he had obviously stayed up all night again. Letting him drive was out of the question.

Chloe looked around. “Where’s the driver?”

“He had a family matter today, so I gave him the day off. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve driven myself.”

After a moment’s thought, Vincent turned to Iris.

“Iris, take the front passenger seat.”

Damian and Chloe had always been close.

Making Iris sit alone in the back would only make things awkward.

Iris nodded and climbed into the passenger seat.

Chloe had studied painting since childhood.

Combined with the Noir family’s influence, it wasn’t surprising that one of her works had been selected for the exhibition.

Throughout the drive, Chloe constantly tried to show how close she and Damian were, chatting with him nonstop.

Although Damian answered her from time to time, the impatience on his face became increasingly obvious,

“Why is she talking so much today? She’s usually glued to Vincent. Why is she suddenly paying so much attention to me?”

His gaze drifted toward Iris.

He understood almost immediately.

Chloe smoothed out the skirt of her dress.

The exhibition would be filled with influential figures from every field.

Compared to someone like Iris, who had never been exposed to high society’s art circles, standing beside her would only make the difference obvious.

Besides, Iris had majored in biopharmaceutical sciences.

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Chapter 333 Not For Sale

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She had nothing to do with the arts.

There wasn’t a trace of artistic temperament about her.

Thinking that, Chloe finally felt as though she had returned to her own arena.

Vincent parked near the exhibition hall.

The moment they got out of the car, someone recognized him.

“Mr. Noir! I didn’t expect to see you here today. Are you here with your family?”

Vincent shook the man’s hand politely. “My younger sister had one of her paintings selected for the exhibition. We’re just here to support her.”

Chloe immediately put on a graceful smile and nodded politely. “Hello. I’m Chloe Noir.”

“My goodness! Mr. Noir, your sister is both talented and beautiful.”

Chloe was overjoyed.

For the first time, someone was openly praising her in front of Iris.

She couldn’t help glancing at Iris smugly.

But Iris paid her no attention whatsoever. Her eyes remained fixed on the entrance to the exhibition.

“It’s getting late,” Chloe said with a smile. “Let’s go inside, everyone.”

Compared with the other three, Damian looked noticeably less confident.

“Vincent… Are you sure it’s okay for me to appear here so openly?”

“Relax.” Vincent patted him on the shoulder. “Just stay close to me today. As long as you’re with me, no one will dare make a

move.”

Damian let out a sigh of relief. Having a powerful older brother really was convenient.

Even by the United States’s standards, the Noir family’s appearance was exceptional.

The moment the four of them entered the exhibition hall, countless eyes turned toward them.

The three Noir siblings looked so alike that they might have been carved from the same mold.

Ironically, Chloe-standing among them-looked the least like a member of the family.

Many guests wanted to curry favor with Vincent.

Meanwhile, both Damian and Iris bore such a strong resemblance to him in both appearance and demeanor that everyone could tell they were his family.

People continuously approached them to strike up conversations.

“Miss Chice Noir, you’ve arrived!”

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