The staff brought out more paintings from behind Manuel, one after another, which were supposedly masterpieces by renowned artists.

Honestly, Eliza had never seen such a concentrated collection of fakes in her life. Was there not a single genuine piece in a mansion as grand as this? Or was Manuel planning to sell Casper a counterfeit? "The paintings Mr. Manuel has collected are quite nice, indeed. They would make fine decorative pieces for a home," Eliza said, offering him a graceful way out.

Manuel couldn't help but glance at Eliza again, pausing for a few seconds before he smiled. "If you like them, Ms. Eliza, I could gift you a few."

"Thank you, Mr. Manuel. I appreciate the thought," she replied.

Amid the polite exchange, Casper caught on. It didn't really matter to him whether the paintings Manuel was offering were real or fake. Business collaborations were always like this. Today, he might spend a hundred million, but that could potentially bring him back billions later. The paintings were merely tokens in a larger game.

He just never expected Eliza to actually discern their authenticity.

"Mr. Casper, this young designer here is quite talented," Manuel began, but Casper cut him off, "Mr. Manuel, don't get any ideas. She's taken."

"Is that so?" Manuel smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on Eliza. "What a pity."

When they left, Casper still spent twenty million on a painting.

turned to look at her. "How did you figure

the paper was artificially aged, and the seals were a bit messy. It was a

her memory, made her

closely and seriously to her analysis of a painting. His face

turned to meet his gaze, expressionless. "There was no need

to be cherished. But he never gave her the chance. His mind was always on Welton International or Nova, showing

of revenge. So, she wouldn't react to his tenderness, r Outd her

heart dies, it's dead.

nor

indifferently, peaceful and serene. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, enough to make his Adam's apple

grasped the back of her head, moving

laughed suddenly. "That look of yours

never like me anyway. Does it matter whether I

slightly, scoffing, "Indeed, it

phone rang. She glanced at Casper's phone, Nova's name flashing on the screen. Eliza turned

"Hello?"

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