"You've seen my paintings?" A brief flash of surprise crossed Autumn's eyes.
Chloe nodded eagerly. "I've seen 'Spider Woman,' 'Breaking the Cocoon,' 'Death of the Moon'..." She seamlessly rattled off several titles of Autumn's works.
She quickly added, "My absolute favorite is 'Breaking the Cocoon.' Inside the transparent cocoon, a young girl is helplessly curled into a ball. Just then, a hand reaches out, pushing through the bloody silk to touch the girl's abdomen, tearing it open to reveal a single butterfly wing...
"It's deeply moving. The viewer can instantly feel her unyielding will to break free. When she stands firm in her resolve, the world extends a helping hand to peel away her restraints.
"The colors in this piece are incredibly intense..."
Chloe spoke fluently and passionately, her words packed with depth.
She was absolutely certain her speech would strike a chord with Autumn.
Because this critique came directly from a highly esteemed art critic. By copying it word for word, she couldn't possibly go wrong!
Julian voiced his surprise. "Well, I didn't expect that."
The live chat echoed the sentiment: [Wow, didn't expect Chloe to be so knowledgeable.]
[For a girl from a rural village to have such profound insights is insane.]
Filled with confidence, Chloe finished her speech and eagerly looked at Autumn to see her reaction.
But when she did, Chloe froze.
She realized Autumn was... scrutinizing her.
That's right. It wasn't admiration, and there was no pleasant surprise. It was just a cold, detached scrutiny.
Why was she looking at her like that?
Chloe asked timidly, "Mrs. Sterling, did I say something wrong?"
Autumn was completely merciless. "Who taught you to say that?"
Chloe pinched her palms tightly. "What are you talking about? I don't understand..."
Autumn frowned slightly. "That doesn't sound like something a child like you could come up with on your own."
Chloe felt a surge of resentment. She hadn't expected Autumn to be so dismissive. She desperately wanted to snap back, asking if Autumn had never seen a genius before!
Chloe stood there, utterly lost, while jealousy gnawed at her heart.
Why would a powerful billionaire like Julian personally draw a bath for his wife?
As Autumn headed upstairs, she paused after a few steps, realizing it wasn't quite right to just leave the young girl standing there. She patted her husband's arm. "Say a few comforting words to her."
Julian nodded with a smile. "Sure. I used to imagine how I'd coax a daughter if we ever had one. Guess I can put that into practice today."
Meanwhile, back in the village, Daisy and Xavier were still grunting through their repairs on the pigpen.
"...This smells awful!" Xavier suddenly jerked his head up, exhaling heavily.
He was a billionaire heir. How on earth did he end up in this situation?
The viewers were wondering the exact same thing.
[A billionaire heir reduced to fixing a pigpen in a mountain village! Is this a distortion of human nature or a collapse of morality?]
[It has to be Daisy's magic.]

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