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Chloe thought that she had seen the world, but she did not have a deep understanding of the art circle.
‘Nine million pounds for a painting? That should simply be put in a museum, right?’ Joyce raised her eyebrows. ‘It is indeed worth the price…’ When she saw that Gillian was so keen on getting this painting, Joyce nodded.
She had such an effortlessly striking aura that could not be ignored when she said nonchalantly, “Then I’ll pay twice as much.”
‘I can’t be too petty now, can I?’ Mr. Wilheim coughed a little because of Joyce’s flippant attitude when it came to money.
“Hmph! How generous of you!” “You are worth this price…” Joyce laughed. After a few seconds, Mr. Wilheim grunted coldly and said, “Well… I’m not selling it to you either!” The old man then turned around and left.
Chloe smiled gloatingly. ‘Joyce’s not much better than me after all…’ Gillian looked anxiously at the white-bearded old man.
‘Oh no… I don’t want to miss this opportunity just like that…’ Joyce sighed helplessly. In the end, she stopped Mr. Wilheim from leaving. “Old Master, you’re making me look bad…”
Chloe Snyder thought, ‘Old Master? Joyce’s tone is so helpless, and that familiarity of addressing the old man…’ The people present were taken aback.
The white-bearded Mr. Wilheim finally stopped in his tracks. He had a hint of a smile in his refined gaze. Mr. Wilheim grunted coldly.
However, his tone carried reproof and regret. “Someone who quit halfway doesn’t deserve to be my apprentice!” Joyce was the only apprentice Mr. Wilheim took in.
She was extremely soulful, and her talent was a hundred times beyond any regular person. Every stroke of Joyce’s paintings was filled with such spirit.
However, Joyce only learned from Mr. Wilheim for less than half a year before she quit and turned to learn about business.
Mr. Wilheim, who finally accepted that one apprentice in his entire career, was so infuriated that he lost his appetite for a few days.
He had so much regret and anger! ‘How dare she ask to buy my painting?! Dream on!’ Mr. Wilheim wanted to take this opportunity to teach Joyce a lesson.
However, when this little brat pouted, the pent-up anger in his chest dissipated in an instant.
“Old Master? Apprentice? Joyce, what’s going on? How did you get to know Mr. Wilheim?” Gillian had a million questions on her mind.
Chloe figured out their relationship from that conversation. disappointed.
She paused for a moment and raised her eyes. “Old Master, don’t you still have a lot of collections that aren’t sold to the public? I think that ‘The Blazing Sun’ is a nice piece.
Why don’t you sell it to me?” The corners of Mr. Wilheim’s mouth twitched slightly. ‘How dare she ask for that? My paintings that aren’t publicly sold are kept for auction or for collection.
They’re worth a fortune! Not to mention, a The Blazing Sun’ was exhibited at the World Museum! How dare she talk about it like she’s window shopping?!’ The anger in his chest rose at once.
However, when faced with the smiling Joyce, there was nothing he could do. The old man glared at her viciously for several seconds. Finally, he let out a cold snort.
“I’m planning to sell it for five million, but to you, I’ll sell it for ten.
Take it away if you want!” After that, Mr. Wilheim turned around and left. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might get a heart attack from being so exasperated.
This was beyond Joyce’s expectations. Surprisingly, Mr. Wilheim did not rip her off. This was far less than the actual value of ( The Blazing Sun”. Joyce smiled at Gillian. “Mrs. Carter, then consider this a gift from me.”
Then, Joyce hurriedly chased after Mr. Wilheim She was afraid that he would go back on his word. On the way back. Chloe looked at the bright smile on Gillian’s face and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
She said, “Mrs. Carter, as far as I know, The Blazing Sun’ was initially sold for $10 o million. Is Joyce’s relationship with Mr. Wilheim really that good?” Gillian’s smile stiffened.
“Oh? What does that mean? Will Mr. Wilheim sell her a fake?” “Of course not! It’s just that I’m worried that since they’re so close, they might not give you the real painting…”
It could also be a defective painting. Those were worth a small amount of money, but compared to the real masterpieces, they were worthless.
At once, Gillian felt a little suffocated, Chloe smiled and consoled her. “But, perhaps they won’t. I heard that Mr. Wilheim’s paintings will have his unique marking on the bottom right corner of each painting. When the time comes, you will know.”
Gillian nodded and smiled. To verify this, Gillian deliberately woke Ian up, who was pretending to be nursing his wounds on his bed.
Gillian planned to hold a family banquet at their house. Ian was lying on the bed and refused to get up. He kept grunting and whining, which was so irritating.
“Family banquet? What kind of stupid family banquet?” “I specially invited Joyce and Chloe too. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
Once Ian heard Joyce’s name, he looked like a brand-new person and was immediately full of spirit.
Joyce was a little hesitant when she received the invitation to the Carter family’s banquet. Since Ian had feelings for her, Joyce subconsciously did not want to get too involved with the Carter family.
However, on second thought, this might just be a polite way to thank her for the painting It would be petty of her to overthink things.
When Joyce arrived at the Carter mansion as promised, she unexpectedly saw Chloe Snyder there as well. Chloe came earlier than she did.
She was laughing with Old Master Carter and Gillian. Joyce handed over the painting she had gotten, “The Blazing Sun”.
Gillian thanked her and took a glance at it. Her face stiffened slightly, but it only lasted for a moment before she regained composure. Joyce did not notice this change.
She went up to greet Old Master Carter. Ian had been hiding out upstairs until he heard Joyce’s voice. He hurriedly came downstairs and smiled in surprise.
“Lil N, come on up! I just flipped through our yearbook and saw that we even wore wedding outfits!” Joyce froze for a moment.
Although they had always been very casual when she came over to his house, Chloe Snyder was here, so Joyce did not want to seem too close with Ian. Moreover, Chloe was already very prejudiced against Joyce because of lan.
Joyce glared at lan. “That’s for a play and it’s a costume, not a wedding dress!” “This dumb*ss!’ Gillian simply placed the painting on the ground and set it aside. “Ian, don’t be rude.
Ms. Snyder has been here for a long time, and you haven’t come down to greet her…” Chloe looked up at Ian’s bright eyes that were like the stars. She felt like she had been zapped.
That glint and passion were so dazzling and eye-catching. However, they never belonged to her. Ian was only so gentle, cheerful, and patient when he was with Joyce, For a moment, Chloe clenched her fists tightly.
Chloe felt like she had fallen into quicksand as she kept sinking endlessly. She struggled to smile as if nothing had happened, then made excuses for him.
“It’s alright. We’ve known each other for a long time, so there’s no need to be polite.” Joyce stood there and could feel it. Chloe’s fondness for Ian was a little suffocating.
Ian reluctantly went downstairs and politely said a few words before he got impatient. He just kept staring at Joyce.
Old Master Carter had always loved speaking with Joyce. He just kept asking questions about everything under the sun.
On the other hand, Gillian’s attitude was perversely cold, but she was very friendly with Chloe. After the meal, Chloe offered to make dessert.
Gillian dragged Ian over to help. old Master Carter chatted a bit more and went upstairs to rest. Joyce and Gillian sat face to face. When they were alone, Gillian collected her smile and handed over a check to Joyce.
Seeing this, Joyce was puzzled. She looked down and saw that it was for ten million dollars. “This is…” Gillian laughed and hooked her lips in disdain.
“This is the money for that painting. Although I know that it’s not worth so much, seeing as we’ve all known each other for so long, I’ll take this loss.”
The corners of Joyce’s tender lips curved into a cold and restrained arc. “Mrs. Carter, I don’t understand what you mean.
How are you suffering a loss when I’m giving you this painting?” Gillian flipped her hair. She had a contemptuous look on her face.
There was not the slightest bit of warmth or courtesy in her gaze when she glared at Joyce. “Because I know that this painting is a fake, a reject.” The corners of Joyce’s lips stiffened slightly.
The two women stared at each other for more than ten seconds. Finally, Joyce withdrew her gaze.
“This painting is worth more than $100 million, but she’s saying that it’s not even worth $10 million?! How is this a reject?!’ Joyce had a complicated mood and did not know how to describe it.
She lowered her head and smiled gradually. Her smile was cold. “So, you took this as a fake?” Her tone was frivolous and somewhat incredulous. 1 “Joyce, we’re considered family friends.
Although your mother died early, I still allowed you to be close to Ian. I know that you’re close friends, but you can’t just fool me like this.”
Gillian spoke indifferently as she tried hard to suppress her anger and pretended to be calm. At the mention of her late mother, Joyce’s heart inexplicably tightened. Her gaze turned colder, The corners of her lips hooked up slightly.
“Since you don’t like this painting, I’ll just take it back. I can’t let you suffer a loss, right?” ‘She’s so blind! These high-society women really don’t have any taste in art…
Joyce was just about to stand up and leave when she heard Gillian’s surprisingly cold voice. “Also, stay away from my son.”
Joyce was slightly surprised when she heard these words. This was the second time she had heard this warning The first time, it was from Quinn before she got married to Tristan Beckett.
Unexpectedly, this time, it was from Ian’s mother, Gillian… Joyce looked back at Gillian’s calm and expressionless face. It felt like all the warmth and familiarity from before were merely a disguise.