Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler novel Chapter 927

Chapter 927

Cedrick and Mister Abma met each other in the circle of collectors before. He explained in a low voice, "Mister Abma, I guess today is your lucky day then. This painting was bought by my wife's cousin as a gift for Granny Atherton. It was said to be worth tens of millions of dollars."

’Thousands of millions of dollars?!" Mister Abma nodded excitedly." Morison's famous paintings are indeed worth the price. Well, I guess, as you said, it's my lucky day!"

While waiting for Mister Abma to arrive just now, Tracy was trying to find a way to wipe off the red wine stain from the oil painting.

She tried every means but still could not completely get rid of it, so she had no choice but handed it over to Mister Abma, the ruined painting.

Mister Abma held the painting carefully and placed put it on a clean table. He gently stroked the surface of the painting, lowered his head to smell the fragrance of it, took down his glasses, and held the magnifier to scan through the oil painting.

The more he looked, the more piqued he looked.

Sammy then said, "It's an authentic painting of Morison, right? I'm sure Mister Abma will soon let everyone know about it. Tracy won't bother to buy a fake painting!"

However, Sammy's overconfidence made Mister Abma impatient. He threw the magnifier in his hand onto the oil painting and yelled, ' Nonsense! Shame on you both! This ten-million dollars worth of 'Happiness' is a forgery! What idiot in the world would spend ten million dollars on a fake painting than donate it to poor children?"

It was just a waste of his time and anticipation.

"What?! A forgery?!’

"Impossible! Tracy wouldn't buy a fake painting to shame herself in public. You must've bribed him-"

"Mister Abma is highly respected and has been in oil painting appraisal for over 50 years! You can slander others, but you can't damage his reputation!'

Tracy trembled slightly, and Sammy's expression fell.

Sammy approached in disbelief. "How could it be a fake? Mister Abma, you must've made a mistake."

Tracy also echoed closely, "Mister Abma, please check again. Did the red wine affect the smell? This painting originally had a faint rosin-"

"There's no need to waste my time. I've studied Morison's works for many years, and I'm confident with the result of my prior appraisal. This is a fake! ’ Mister Abma did not want to look at that painting anymore and waved his hands in disgust.

He then looked at Catelyn curiously and asked, "Please enlighten me, young lady. How do you know this painting is a fake?"

Eason had already told him the whole story on the way to pick him up. Someone had doubts about the authenticity of the painting, so he was invited to perform an appraisal of it.

He thought that the painting, which cost the buyer ten million dollars, would be authentic, but he did not expect that it was such a low-quality copy.