Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Jessica stepped forward, and seized the scroll.

“I will open it. Carissa, if you dare to curse my mother, I will make sure you can’t rest in peace even after you die!”

As the scroll slowly unfurled, everyone craned their necks to see what was revealed. To their surprise, the scroll depicted a painting. of an orchid.

The half–length scroll showcased an orchid, with blossoms either in full bloom or just about to open. Many flower buds stood quietly on the branch.

The crowd was stunned. The orchid painting seemed almost alive, as if the flower was right before their eyes. Every little detail, including the texture of the petals, was meticulously depicted.

Among the ladies present who were knowledgeable about painting, one gasped. “Is this Mr. Spencer’s painting? I have had the honor of seeing his paintings before, and the technique is identical. Yes, this is indeed Mr. Spencer’s work.”

This announcement caused a stir among the guests.

Kyle Spencer’s painting?

was something highly coveted, nearly impossible to obtain. Despite

herself. Still, she felt as if the orchid was right

was a painting by Kyle, Rebecca felt her heart

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truly wealthy–this painting must cost at least at thousand gold

deeply regretted her decision. In her pursuit to bring. someone like Aurora into the Warrah family, she had effectively driven away her golden opportunity. If this painting had been hers, it would have ensured that the Warrens wouldn’t need to worry about money for at

said Adelaide, Dakota’s daughter- in–law. She stood up and shook her

and a legitimate daughter of the Quinton family’s second branch. At fifteen, she stunned everyone at the Spring Festival with a painting and a poem created in less than half an hour. Dakota hosted that year’s Spring Festival. Shortly

the painting

crowd began to

fake painting as a gift? To think

nothing than to present

is so exquisite! It

be

fuming. “A fake? Carissa, you dared to

have

works were

afford a proper gift, don’t give