Chapter 778


    Everyone present heard the words that came out of ine''s mouth.


    Not only Morgan but even Ruben and Vincent were stunned.


    A person who could urately recognize the master''s painting with just one nce was either from


    that profession or was knowledgeable in that field.


    But she was only a little babysitter, so no matter how they looked at it, those two aspects had no


    rtion at all.


    How was she able to tell at a nce that this was Master ck''s painting then?


    Curiously, Ruben raised his eyebrows and asked, "ine, how did you managed to recognize this


    painting?"


    Embarrassedly, ine rolled up the painting and said with a smile, "I was just spouting nonsense.


    What I''ve said might be wrong."


    As she spoke, she wanted to return the painting to Morgan.


    However, Morgan was very excited as he thought that she must have the same interest as him.


    Immediately, he asked, "Miss Jacob, are you also interested in Master ck''s painting? You can''t


    be spouting nonsense. You had recognized Master ck''s painting at a nce. There''s no way that


    you were spouting nonsense!"


    Under the passionate gaze of Morgan, ine didn''t know what to say, and she could only seek help


    by looking at Dr. Perkins.


    That pitiful gaze of hers was clearly saying, "Dr. Perkins, why don''t you control your subordinates..."


    Meanwhile, Vincent smiled with interest. "Don''t look at me like that. I''m also curious how did you


    manage to recognize this painting."


    His response left ine tongue-tied.


    In the end, she had no choice but to be honest, "I did recognize this painting, and I also know that it


    belongs to Master ck. But it''smon, right? I mean, who wouldn''t know about Master ck''s


    painting?"


    Immediately, Ruben raised his hand and replied, "Well, not for me."


    Then, Vincent also chimed in. "I don''t know about it either."


    The servant beside her also shook her head in confusion. "I barely know anything about paintings."


    Again, ine was speechless.


    After that, no matter how she exined, Morgan didn''t believe that she knew nothing about


    paintings. In fact, as if he had met a bosom friend, he took out all the painting that he had collected


    and ced it in front of her as if he was presenting his treasure.


    "Miss Jacob, have look at these. What do you think?"


    Since Ruben and Vincent didn''t know much about paintings, they had no idea who the painter was.


    Furthermore, in their eyes, no matter these paintings were priceless or cheap goods, they all looked


    the same.


    As ine tilted her head and sized up the paintings, she seemed a little hesitant.


    At that moment, Morgan could tell that she was hesitating, so he smiled and said, "Miss Jacob, feel


    free to tell me your thoughts. Just give it a try. Since you''re still young, it''s okay if you couldn''t


    recognize it."


    With a nod, ine replied, "I''ll casually give it a guess then. Morgan, if I''m wrong, please don''tugh


    at me."


    "Don''t worry. I definitely won''t." Happily, Morgan chuckled.


    A momentter, ine pointed to two paintings


    ced on the edge of the table and said, "These two are the early works of Master ck, whereas


    this painting which consists of mountains, rivers, and birds is painted by Mr. Moore. Also, this one


    looks a bit like the paintings of Mr. Rees, but the color of the painting seems to be slightly off."


    Not only did she urately recognize these paintings, but she also knew who the artist was.


    At that moment, Morgan wasn''t just surprised. Instead, he was dumbfounded. "Miss Jacob, how do


    you know all these? Also, this painting of Mr. Rees, do you think... it''s counterfeit?"


    In the meantime, Vincent and Ruben sat on the couch and watched everything happened as if it


    was a show.


    Clearly, it piqued Ruben''s interest. Never did he expect that ine would turn out to be a


    professional.


    As Vincent stared at her pretty face, he had a strange feeling in his heart. Although his gaze was


    fixated on her, he couldn''t hear what their conversation was about. All he had in mind was just that


    ine was an interesting youngdy.


    It''s been so many years since he had been at peace with everything, but now there was finally


    someone that made him feel interested.


    Perhaps his decision to return to Beachmarsh City this time was notpletely wrong.


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    As a collector, what Morgan feared most was that others would say that his collection was


    counterfeit.


    In fact, ine knew that her words might upset Morgan, so she quickly waved her hand and said,


    "Morgan, that''s not what I meant. These can''t be counterfeits. I barely know anything about these


    paintings, so it''s just a casual remark of mine. Morgan, don''t take it to heart."


    As she said this, she tried to change the subject. "We''re not done with the books outside yet, so I


    should go and help. Dr. Perkins, you guys can go ahead..."


    Hurriedly, Morgan stopped her. "Miss Jacob, you''re right. This painting is indeed a counterfeit."


    Taken aback, ine was at a loss for words.


    It had never urred to her that she had made a right guess.


    Should she say something tofort him then?


    However, Morgan did not seem to be angry from embarrassment after he realized that his collection


    was a counterfeit. Suddenly, ine thought of something and asked cautiously, "So you knew that


    this painting was fake?"


    With a smile, he replied, "Indeed. This painting was so simr to the real one, so I didn''t realize it at


    first, but I found out about itter."


    It was then that ine breathed a sigh of relief.


    With a keen gaze, Morgan stared at her and uttered, "But I''m surprised that you were able to


    identify at a nce that this painting is a fake one."


    Embarrassed, she replied, "It was just a wild guess."


    "If it really was a wild guess, but you still managed to guess it correctly, I also hope that I could have


    the ability to make wild guesses like you."


    Awkwardly, ine smiled, but she knew that they didn''t believe her.


    Suddenly, Ruben, who was standing by the side, asked curiously, "Have you learned anything about


    paintings before?"


    Confused, ine shook her head. "No, I haven''t. I''ve never even attended university, so I''ve never


    learned about any of these..."


    "Then how did you know there was something wrong with the painting?"


    "Uh, back then, when I was studying in my hometown, there was a small library next to the school.


    When I had the time, I would go to the library to read. There was an old man in the bookstore, and


    he noticed that I was interested in paintings, so he taught me how to distinguish real


    from fake."


    Back then, ine had an interest in paintings, and the old man had a whole collection of them. The


    library was divided into two floors, and one of them was specially dedicated to his collection of


    paintings.


    Since he lived alone, whenever he was sick, there would be no one to take care of him. Therefore,


    whenever ine had that time, she would go over to help him.


    In those few years, she had a close rtionship with the old man. Whenever she went over, he


    would teach her how to paint and write, as well as distinguish whether the painting was fake.


    That was why she was able to tell with a single nce that which painting was fake.


    After Morgan heard her words, he was very excited. "It seems that the old man is an expert at this.


    If I were to have a chance in the future, I really should visit him."


    However, it has been a few years since ine went home, so she had no idea how was the old


    man. In fact, she also wanted to go back to see him.


    "Well, if I were to have to chance to go home in the future, I can bring you along if you want to."


    Immediately, Morgan agreed and said, "Okay,


    sure."


    It was not until she finished these words that they let her go. As Morgan kept his paintings again,


    ine held Vincent''s hand and whispered, "Dr. Perkins, to be honest, the painting by Master ck


    was also fake, but I saw that Morgan seemed to like the painting the most, so I didn''t dare to tell him


    about it."


    When she whispered to Vincent in a low voice, she seemed so cute, and he could not help but


    lower his voice and replied, "You''re right. Morgan really loves the painting very much, and he spent


    a lot of money to buy it."


    After that, Vincent told her the price by showing it with his fingers.


    Immediately, ine''s eyes widened in shock. "No way. How could he spend so much for it?"


    Even if she didn''t eat or drink for the rest of her life, she wouldn''t be able to earn that amount of


    money.