A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Marthe stood on the stage. She had to examine them carefully, but no matter how she looked at them, there was nothing different in these two paintings.

There was no gap between the content of the paper and that of the paint. Moreover, judging by the color, these two paintings were there for a long time.

Seeing it was time, Vivien asked:

– Madame Rousseau, you assessed him again just now. Are there any results?

Marthe gently shakes her head and sighs helplessly.

– I am very sorry. Maybe it’s because my evaluation skills are limited. No matter how I look at it, both paintings appear to be authentic. I really can’t tell if they are true or false.

Ines, who was standing under the stage, couldn’t help but frown. Her gaze fell on Nathan’s face.

She remembered Nathan Dubois’ words and was momentarily confused.

However, Ines consoled herself. Since even Marthe couldn’t tell if these two paintings were real or fake, that meant Muriel’s painting could be real. His brother must have been mistaken in his memories…

Lyana was not surprised by Martha’s results.

When she saw this painting, she was also a little surprised. If she hadn’t used the real painting as the finale of this auction, she really would have thought Muriel’s painting was real.

When Vivien heard Marthe’s words, he approached the painting and took a look. These two paintings were simply identical.

It seemed that if he wanted to distinguish which painting was real, he would have to invite Mr. Tanguy.

However, Mr. Chuan Tanguy was a very mysterious person. He didn’t want to show himself in public, so no one knew where he was.

Just when everyone was wondering what to do, an old voice sounded from the side.

– Let me try.

Everyone looked and saw Mr. Claude Jones, the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association of the city of An, come forward.

Mr. Claude Jones enjoyed a certain prestige in the world of painting and calligraphy in the country. Moreover, he had seen many famous paintings. Maybe he could assess them.

Everyone’s discomfort gradually subsided.

– With the talent and ability of Mr. Claude Jones, he will certainly be able to assess it.

– I really didn’t expect Mr. Matheo to invite him to his house.

– Mr. Claude Jones has not been out much in the past two years. He must have known that Mr. Chuan Tanguy’s job was here, so he was ready to go out.

…

When Claude heard everyone’s words, he greeted them and said:

– Everyone, don’t get your hopes up on me. I might not be able to assess it.

Although he said that, he still hoped he could find the real stone mural.

He got on the stage. Mr. Chuan Tanguy was the artist he admired the most. If he could help Mr. Chuan Tanguy get rid of a fake, it would be a small contribution he could make as a fan of his idol.

He had never signed his name on a painting.

When Claude looked at the painting closely, he was extremely excited. He couldn’t help but praise it. He said excitedly:

– I am seeing the legendary stone wall painting in my lifetime. I can die in peace.

Claude carefully examined the painting and couldn’t help but praise it,

– Mr. Chuan Tanguy is indeed a genius in the history of painting. He can actually draw such a majestic painting. It’s just amazing.

However, the other people in the banquet hall were extremely excited. They just wanted to know if the painting was real or fake.

– Mr. Jones, can you tell which painting is wrong?

– That’s right. What is the difference between these two paintings?

– Stop beating around the bush. Hurry up and tell us!

…

However, Old Master Claude seemed to automatically block out everyone’s voices. He looked at the two paintings leisurely and closed his eyes, feeling the patterns on the paintings.

After a long time, he slowed down. He frowned, then opened his eyes and slowly retracted his hand. He had an answer.

When everyone saw Claude’s expression, their hearts began to race involuntarily. They waited nervously for his response.

Old Master Claude looked at everyone. After bowing gently, he said:

– In my opinion, the stone wall painting on the left is a real deal.

Everyone followed Claude’s gaze. The painting on the left was the stone mural Miss Muriel had brought.

Lyana frowned slightly, her eyes darkening. She pursed her thin lips.

A slight smile appeared on Muriel’s face, which exuded elegance and calm. She glanced at Lyana, like a tall, powerful queen looking down at her servant.

With a single glance, Muriel looked away. She didn’t take Lyana to heart at all. She looked up at Old Master Claude and said politely:

– Thank you very much, Uncle Jones. You worked hard to assess it.

Muriel could guess Old Master Claude’s answer from the start.

Of course, Claude’s response made many of those present smile.

Muriel’s fans, in particular, breathed a sigh of relief.

– Miss Dubois, do you have anything else to say?

Denise looked at Lyana sharply and sarcastically.

– Mr. Chuan Tanguy is a famous painter. I didn’t expect you to slander him like that. You really insulted the stone wall painting.

After Denise said this, many people present began to feel outraged for Mr. Tanguy.

– Miss Devaux is right. If Mr. Chuan Tanguy finds that his stone mural has been insulted in this way, he will certainly be particularly angry.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

– Today’s charity auction is to build a school for children in the impoverished mountain region. Miss Dubois actually brought a fake. It is simply shocking.

– Everyone, don’t get too excited. I believe the letter from Mr. Chuan Tanguy’s attorney will arrive soon.

– Miss Dubois, you should hurry to apologize to Miss Johnson and Mr. Tanguy. Maybe he won’t pursue your mistake because of your young age.

– It’s true. Hurry up to apologize!

– Hurry up and apologize.

…

In an instant, everyone in the banquet hall turned their attention to Lyana.

Lyana slowly looked up and stared at everyone indifferently. The way they looked at her was as if she had done something heinous.

Vincent’s gaze fell on Old Master Claude’s face and he interrupted everyone.

– Old Master Jones, what is the reason for your judgment?

Although Vincent’s voice sounded very soft, his eyes were slightly narrowed and filled with minuteness. He was clearly questioning Old Master Claude.

Victor, who was standing to the side, frowned slightly. He had wanted to ask these questions, but Vincent had forestalled him.

Lyam stood indifferently to the side. There was no trace of panic on his face, as he could tell from Lyana’s expression that she could handle this matter.

The smile on Muriel’s face froze. She looked at Vincent in disbelief, not understanding why Vincent was still defending Lyana.

Muriel pursed her lips and said:

– Brother Vincent, Mr. Jones is an authority on the art world. It’s really rude of you to say that.

Muriel’s flustered salute immediately caught the attention of the others.

Everyone looked at Muriel and Vincent curiously. Could these two be old acquaintances?

Mr. Claude waved his hand nonchalantly and said:

– Miss Johnson, you don’t need to be so nervous. I approve of the paint you brought. I must have my own reasons.

Muriel’s worried heart gradually calmed down. She had never been worried from the start, because she believed there was absolutely nothing wrong with her painting.

It was just because Lyana had questioned her. She just wanted Lyana to admit defeat.