Chapter 885 used Of giarism


    Meanwhile, Josie was almost convinced by what she heard.


    She gazed at the painting for a long time, admiring the deep blue tones, the smoke rising in the small


    town, and a crescent moon hanging overhead. From an artistic appreciation perspective, it indeed


    holds some value, but s-


    Someone in the audience teased, “So, did you two end up together?”


    Heather’s face turned red. “Haven’t you all seen it?”


    The mor from the audience grew even more intense.


    The bidding had begun.


    In order to show their support, the audience bid back and forth for several rounds until the bid reached


    one million.


    It was a high price, yetpared to her previous paintings, it seemed rather ordinary, for it was less


    than half of what she usually got.


    Heather nestled in udia’s arms, not sensing anything amiss initially.


    Josie saw someone raising a sign for one million and ten thousand.


    The woman from the socialite section, however, did not try to outbid it. She was looking down at her


    phone, not making a move.


    The situation was a bit awkward, but thankfully, the host was used to handling such grand events.


    Holding the microphone, he politely asked, “Is there anyone else who would like to raise the bid? All


    proceeds from today’s auction will be donated to impoverished mountainous regions.”


    A soft murmur arose from below, but no one raised their bidding paddle again.


    Going to such lengths to support someone was eptable, but it was simply not worth it to spend a


    fortune on a painting that held no value for collection.


    The unusual silence caught the attention of those in the lounge.


    It was as if Josie could feel that particr burning gaze silently creep in.


    I wonder what kind of expression Dexter is wearing while watching this scene.


    She actually felt somewhat excited.


    Thedy from the socialite zone received a message. She nced down at it, yet she still did not raise


    her bidding paddle.


    The auctioneer on stage gripped the gavel, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. It seems that today,


    this painting will be sold at an extremely low price…


    “One million and ten thousand going once!”


    The phone in Josie’s pocket suddenly vibrated. She took it out and nced at the screen. It was a


    message from Angel: I’ve arrived.


    “One million and ten thousand going twice!”


    She put it back, slipped the tip of her toe back into her shoe, and stood again in her high heels. From


    that angle, she could see Heather’s restless demeanor.


    On one side, Mark’s solemn face seemed to have gained a touch of authority.


    “One million and ten thousand…”


    Just as the gavel was about to fall, a voice suddenly rang out from outside. “Apologies, this painting


    cannot be auctioned off!”


    It was spoken resonantly in Uprian.


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    Everyone’s gazended on a foreign woman with blonde hair who appeared to be in her twenties or


    thirties. She briskly walked in, with a girl keeping pace behind her.


    The foreign woman was scowling, her presence prompting some in the crowd to discreetly raise their


    phones. After all, she was a renownedndscape painter from abroad.


    Someone gasped softly.


    Josie stood in the corner, tilting her head slightly. She was relishing in Heather’s current state-thetter


    had turned pale and was trembling.


    When the confused udia looked at Heather, thetter could only respond with a helpless shake of


    her head.


    No one could stop the foreign woman. She had already stepped forward, projecting the materials she


    brought onto the big screen.


    “This painting is the most meaningful of all my works, never before exhibited publicly. Today, I am


    shocked to learn that someone has giarized my artwork for profit. I am deeply angered, and I will


    ensure that the giarist pays an appropriate price!”


    She was fierce and upromising. She didn’t hold back and had no intention of showing a shred of


    mercy.


    Heather could barely stand, almost needing someone to prop her up.


    The people gathered that day were all prominent figures of Wavery. Their witnessing the drama was as


    good as it bingmon knowledge within their social circle.


    Liana… used of giarism… at her own birthday party…