Chapter 927


    Chapter 927


    Cedrick and Mister Abma met each other in the circle of collectors before. He exined 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 dors."


    ’Thousands of millions of dors?!" 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 notpletely 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 ced 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 sses, 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 dors worth of


    ''Happiness'' is a forgery! What idiot in the world would spend ten million dors 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


    nder 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, youngdy. 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 dors, would be authentic, but he did not expect that


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    it was such a low-quality copy.


    Being stared at by the authority of the oil painting industry, Catelyn repeated what she had told the crowd just now


    and added a fewmon points of view for distinguishing between authentic and forged oil paintings.


    While speaking, she felt a little embarrassed as she might sound like she was teaching a fish how to swim.


    "You have meticulous observation and good eyesight, which is rare. If I hadn''t studied Morison''s works for years, I


    might not have been able toe out with an answer so quickly."


    Catelyn replied with a well-deserved smile, "It''s my honor. I was fortunate enough to be in the ss of a few art


    professors while I was in college...’


    The answer could not be more evident now to the crowd.


    Tracy spent tens of millions of dors to buy a forgery and even gifted it to Old Madam Atherton as a birthday


    present.