Chapter 925


    Chapter 925


    Catelyn did not care about being the object of ridicule, but when they joked about her father, she could not hold


    back her temper.


    Her expression suddenly changed from calm to aggressive, and she said in a strong voice, "Tens of millions of


    dors for a fake oil painting as a gift for Grandma? Is this a joke? I destroyed it so it won''t embarrass her when


    you all found out it was fake! Shouldn''t I be thanked?"


    "A fake oil painting?" Tracy’s heart sank when she heard that.


    Truth be told, she did not buy this painting at a Swiss auction house but at an underground trading house outside


    the auction house instead. The seller swore that it was an authentic artwork and gave her a receipt that looked


    indifferent from one from a regr auction house.


    Afterward, she rushed back to America to take care of Eugene, so she did not have time to verify that painting.


    ''But how could Catelyn know at a nce that it was a fake? She must be bluffing.'' Thedy who defended Tracy


    sneered again and said, "Miss Atherton, you seem to know oil painting, but didn''t you major in architecture?"


    "Miss Atherton, I know that what Tracy said has offended you, but don''t take it to heart. I''ll make


    amends on her behalf, but this painting was bid through a regr auction, and it has been certified by


    art experts."


    Sammy did not want to cause trouble, but when she heard Catelyn call Tracy''s name, she immediately


    became anxious.


    Spending around ten million dors on a fake oil painting was humiliating. Some might think that they


    could not tell the difference and were hence fooled, but others might think that they deliberately wanted


    to fool Granny Atherton with a fake painting.


    That was a nder that Tracy and Sammy would not want to bear.


    Sammy''s concession made the rumor that Catelyn had been bullying them seem even truthful. Those


    ladies who secretly disliked Catelyn because of her sudden gain of social status and wealth as Miss


    Atherton were enraged.


    Catelyn was not provoked by that, and she even exined calmly, ''Fake paintings in the market


    generally use printing technology, but that isn''t the case with this painting. It''s a fake hand-painted


    copy, so it bears over ny percent simrity to the real one. That increases a certain degree of


    difficulty in identification-"


    ’Since it is difficult, how can you be sure that this is a fake?"


    "Because the neenth century wasn''t as developed as today''smodities, to preserve oil paintings


    for a long time, oil painters would apply ayer of varnish after the pigments arepletely dry.


    Different painters generally use different methods. I had the honor of seeing Morison''s other


    masterpieces up close before. For other oil paintings of his, the varnish he used was specially made by


    him. The smell of rosin in those paintings was unique andsting, but the smell in this is impure as it is


    mixed with a very light paint smell. Hence, it''s likely that this is a forged painting by a painter with good


    mimicking skill."


    People who did not know oil painting was confused. They found it suspicious that it was able to


    determine the authenticity of a painting by the smell of varnish which had been there for over a hundred


    years.


    For a while, they did not know who to trust.


    However, Tracy''s face turned pale.


    Obviously, she, too, knew about the method of using varnish on oil painting for identification, but she did not want


    to believe that the one she had was a fake copy.


    "You said you smelled paint, but I couldn''t smell that! What a wonderful story that you made there! I admire your


    imagination!"


    "Then, why don''t everyone go and smell it?" Sammy feebly suggested. She believed that what Tracy bought must


    be an authentic art piece.


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    After watching the y for so long, Sylvie frowned. "Now there''s ayer of red wine on the oil painting. The aroma


    of the wine is so strong that it overwhelms the other smells. I think it''s hard to smell it."


    ’That''s right! She did it on purpose!"


    "She purposely spilled red wine on it to destroy the smell and then deceived everyone about the smell of paint by


    making up a fake story. All I can pick up is the fragrance of pear wood. Stop spewing nonsense about the varnish-"


    ’I believe what my wife said is true." Listening to the chatter, Cedrick suddenly raised his voice, intending to protect


    his wife.