CHapter 85
In the expansive gallery, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only Noe’s voice audible
as she inspected the artworks, ordering some to be repositioned or even taken down.
Noe was standing before a painting. In the picture, a fairy–like girl descended before snow–
capped hills, with her dress fluttering in the breeze beneath the towering canvas.
Travis sidled up to introduce it, “Miss, this piece is Miss Yvonne’s submission for the exhibition. It’s
an original by Miss Yvonne herself, and even Mr. Schnabel is aware of it. He’s even said she’s got
quite the knack for painting.”
Yvonne’s work?
“Travis, have you everid eyes on Master Killian’s ‘The Mountain Portray’?” she asked.
“I haven’t had the privilege to feast my eyes on every one of Master Killian’s pieces,” he replied.
Killian’s no ordinary Joe–he’s a master of oil painting, a national treasure! His artworks are so
coveted they’re gifted straightaway to visiting dignitaries of Harmonia Country.
How could a gallery manager like him get a peep whenever he wished?
“The Mountain Portray is actually hanging in my study right now.”
Noe whipped out her phone and showed Travis the masterpiece gracing her study.
The Schnabels had set up a study for each kid, and since they didn’t have a clue about Noe’s
tastes, Sienna had asked for her input when decorating, tailoring it to her preferences.
“The Mountain Portray” was the first painting Master Killian had gifted Noe. The picture was
inspired by her elegant gesture and it was one of a kind.
Even when Killian had exhibitions, he’d unted that painting too.
The painting here? It waspletely a knockoff of “The Mountain Portray“!
Travis broke into a cold sweat as hepared the image on Noe’s phone to the painting hanging
before them, “Miss, I mean, this is Miss Yvonne’s work after all. We can’t just… take it down on a
whim..
Noe coolly stated, “My gallery is open to creation and imitation. Master Killian always wees
those who wish to learn his techniques, but iming a forgery as an original? That’s a no–go. This
painting needs to go.”
“Understood, I’m on it.”
With no other choice, Travis reluctantly dialed up Yvonne.
“What? Has Noe lost her marbles? Who gave her the right to toss out my work? That gallery was
supposed to be Grandpa’s, what gives her the authority to call the shots?” Yvonne shot back.
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“Ms. Yvonne, now Noe is the boss of the gallery. Your grandpa has already gifted it to her.”
Yvonne nearly crushed her phone in fury!
She had her eye on that gallery for ages, perfect in location and prestige for her. If only Merrick cut
it loose and gifted it to her, her standing among the Imperial City’s elitedies would be unmatched.
She fell for “The Mountain Portray” at a gallery stroll and had managed to replicate it with great
effort. Master Killian had taken the original back and hardly anyone had seen it. Even Beckett hadn’t
noticed the forgery when it was hung. How could Noe tell it was fake?
That country bumpkin must be green with envy of her talent and trying to smear her reputation! Her
malice was just too vile!
Yvonne mmed her pillow a few times in a rage, Then she grabbed her bag, stormed out the door,
and headed straight for Merrick’s ce.
It was just because she hadn’t been schmoozing up to the old mantely that Noe found her
opening. She must’ve fed Merrick some kind of love potion to get him to hand over the gallery!
Meanwhile Noe stepped out of the gallery to spot a sleek and understated Aston Martin parked
across the street.
The car was a limited global release; only those with a hefty bank bnce got to test drive it, let
alone buy at a hefty price tag. And the car was even customized. The passersby couldn’t help but
stop and stare.
Annie, who was impably dressed in a suit, stood before it and greeted Noe with a bow and a
smile.
Noe strode towards the car and slid in as Annie held the door open for her.
Inside, Palmer was the picture of sophistication in a bespoke suit, his tie crisp. Whether by chance
or design, hispel sported a leaf decoration, which was clearly an Azure original. And that was
worth a pretty penny.
No barely
remembered crafting that suit herself; it must’ve beenst year when some big shot from Kitai
requested a few custom pieces from Azure. With Pris Star in a financial pinch, she’d worked
through the night to get it done.
To think, the only suit Azure ever made was for Palmer.
Kitai had even remarked on the suit’s owner having a great figure, saying if he were a male model
who topped the industry.
At the thought, Noe blushed and coughed awkwardly.
Palmer, who had been reviewing financial reports, looked up with concern, “Feeling off? Annie.
“Ms. Yvonne, now Noe is the boss of the gallery. Your grandpa has already gifted it to her.”
Yvonne nearly crushed her phone in fury!
She had her eye on that gallery for ages, perfect in location and prestige for her. If only Merrick cut
it loose and gifted it to her, her standing among the Imperial City’s elitedies would be unmatched.
She fell for “The Mountain Portray” at a gallery stroll and had managed to replicate it with great
effort. Master Killian had taken the original back and hardly anyone had seen it. Even Beckett hadn’t
noticed the forgery when it was hung. How could Noe tell it was fake?
That country bumpkin must be green with envy of her talent and trying to smear her reputation! Her
malice was just too vile!
Yvonne mmed her pillow a few times in a rage, Then she grabbed her bag, stormed out the door,
and headed straight for Merrick’s ce.
It was just because she hadn’t been schmoozing up to the old mantely that Noe found her
opening. She must’ve fed Merrick some kind of love potion to get him to hand over the gallery!
Meanwhile Noe stepped out of the gallery to spot a sleek and understated Aston Martin parked
across the street.
The car was a limited global release; only those with a hefty bank bnce got to test drive it, let
alone buy at a hefty price tag. And the car was even customized. The passersby couldn’t help but
stop and stare.
Annie, who was impably dressed in a suit, stood before it and greeted Noe with a bow and a
smile.
Noe strode towards the car and slid in as Annie held the door open for her.
Inside, Palmer was the picture of sophistication in a bespoke suit, his tie crisp. Whether by chance
or design, hispel sported a leaf decoration, which was clearly an Azure original. And that was
worth a pretty penny.
Noe barely remembered crafting that suit herself; it must’ve beenst year when some big shot
from Kitai requested a few custom pieces from Azure. With Pris Star in a financial pinch, she’d
worked through the night to get it done.
To think, the only suit Azure ever made was for Palmer.
Kitai had even remarked on the suit’s owner having a great figure, saying if he were a male model
who topped the industry.
At the thought, Noe blushed and coughed awkwardly.
Palmer, who had been reviewing financial reports, looked up with concern. “Feeling off? Annie,
let’s swing by the hospital.”
“No need, I’m a doctor myself.” Noe replied.
Palmer put away his reports and reached for Noe’s hand with a hint of guilt, his expression
softening a lot under the cabin lights.
“Sorry, I’ve been a bit tied up these past few days and couldn’t keep youpany.” He apologized.
I never said I neededpany, did 1? As Noe mused that and tried to pull her hand back, Palmer
let her by releasing it with a smile.
He just wanted to check if her hands were cold. He didn’t want to do anything that might annoy her,
though he was reluctant to let go..
But as she withdrew her hand, Noe felt an odd twinge of disappointment.
“How’d you know I was here?” she asked him.
“I called the Horwich Mansion and Grandpa Merrick told me. I remember this gallery belonging to
him. Came to check out some art?”
He was still in the dark about her fondness for art galleries. With Pock Group owning several, he
could easily gift her one.
“Came to work.” She said.
Palmer was a bit caught off guard – he hadn’t expected Merrick to be so generous. The girl had just
turned neen, and he’s already letting her take the reins of the gallery.
“Artists can be a bit of a handful, you know? If you ever need anything, my fiancée, just hit me up.
I’ve got your back,”
Running a gallery wasn’t as easy as pie, the toughest part being dealing with the artists who were
as stubborn as mules.
He couldn’t stand the thought of his precious littledy being driven up the wall by those artists. who
act like they’re the next big thing.
Noe yed it cool, “I doubt their temperaments are worse than those of the Obelisk
Organization’s folks.”
Palmer paused for a sec, then it clicked – his fiancée wasn’t some delicate flower in a greenhouse.
She was a force to be reckoned with, a worthy adversary.
If she could handle hitmen on the border, a few artists would be a walk in the park.
But when she spoke, there was this subtle pride in her voice, and that dainty chin lifted in a
charming arc that made Palmer’s heart skip a beat.
His smile turned extra soft and tender, “Of course, my fiancée is the baddest of them all. I just hate
to see you upset. How about joining me for dinner?”
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It’s not every day that the big cheese of the Pock Group came across so humble. A powerful
man bowing down always softened one’s heart.
“Sure.” Noe gave a little nod, agreeing to it. Property ? N?velDrama.Org.