The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 131

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Me Dawed at the $40K coat in his father’s arms, then at the silk scarf around his mother’s neck and the perfume in her

Then be looked at Natale, and his lips curved into a smile, only to be pressed down again, but the smile kept sneaking

back

*** *** **** *eady in the business world, but right now, he felt like he might lose his cool any second The Hord attendant stepped forward, carrying a tray with a flat, long sandalwood box inlaid with gold, its appearance clean

Andrew stepped forward, his hand nightening slightly before relaxing

Harrowed he recognized she

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Chapter 131-

Amiddle–aged man wearing gold–rimmed glasses pushed forward, his eyes locked onto the scroll.

“Gresnap? Wait, you mean the one who only writes in small script and never lets his work be seen by anyone? be sure

out.

Someone who didn’t care much about calligraphy and had no idea who Gresnap was quickly grabbed him?

“Who’s Gresnap? Is he really that amazing?

The man pushed up his glasses, his voice shaky with excitement.

“You don’t know who Gresnap is? Seriously, you must be living under a rock!

“Gresnap is a calligrapher who burst onto the scene five years ago. He only writes in small script, only uses gold ink, never reveals his identity, never participates in exhibitions, and never sells his work.

“But everyone who’s ever seen his pieces says that, when it comes to small script, nobody today can match him.”

“Really? Is he actually that amazing?” someone asked.

“He’s not just amazing. He’s legendary!”

The man’s voice trembled with excitement, his pitch rising as he spoke.

“Last year, a collector offered 10 million dollars for a single piece, but didn’t even get to meet him.

“The year before, someone spotted one of his works at an auction, no bigger than a palm, and it sold for 2.7 million dollars.

An audible gasp filled the air around them.

“2.7 million dollars? Just for one scroll?” someone exclaimed.

The man nodded.

“That’s right, just one piece. And check out this one…”

He pointed at the scroll in Andrew’s hands, his eyes practically glowing with envy.

“Black paper with gold lettering, bold strokes, razor–sharp finish. The skell here is on a whole other level compared to the one at the auction. If this scroll ever went up for sale, it’d be worth at least…”

He held up three fingers, didn’t say a word, but everyone knew exactly what he meant.

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