Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 582 Nothing Special

Lizzie shot a fleeting glance at Rose, her eyes glinting with the satisfaction of someone who believed they had won. It was brief, but Rose caught it, leaving her puzzled. "What was that about?" she wondered.

Before Rose could make sense of Lizzie's strange look, Lizzie straightened up, having just finished her calligraphy piece.

The room buzzed with a chorus of praises, the admiration reaching a crescendo as though the work had been crafted by a grand calligraphy master.

"Thank you! My daughter-in-law is so fortunate to receive such generous praise." Eleanor beamed, basking in the glow of everyone's compliments.

Although she appreciated fine calligraphy, she lacked the expertise to truly evaluate Lizzie's work. However, having seen the real Lindisfarne Gospels, Eleanor couldn't discern much difference between Lizzie's rendition and the original. With the chorus of admiration filling the room, Eleanor felt confident. But it wasn't the approval of the crowd that she sought.

What she truly longed for was Elijah's recognition. If he were to offer even a nod of acknowledgment, Eleanor would seize the opportunity to present the gift she had meticulously prepared.

Amidst the lively chatter, one of the guests chimed in, eager to ingratiate themselves with the Finch family.

"Mrs. Finch, would you consider selling this exquisite piece? I would be honored to add it to my collection!"

"I'll pay you more for the piece!"

"Me too!"

Others joined in, eager to outbid one another in their quest to curry favor with the Finch family.

Basking in the attention, Lizzie graced the scene with a demure smile. The elegance of her attire and the poised manner in which she carried herself further accentuated her air of sophistication. Her eyes met Eleanor's, who simply responded with a hearty laugh. "My apologies, everyone," Eleanor said, addressing the room. "This piece isn't meant for sale, and it would be crass to discuss money at such a gathering. Lizzie, what do you think about gifting this calligraphy to someone?"

The crowd fell silent, contemplating Eleanor's intentions.

to ingratiate herself with the father and daughter of the Xanth family. Her attempts at flattery were anything but subtle. Now, it was clear that this

faces

her way toward Elijah and Rose, her face exuding warmth

think of this calligraphy?" she asked, her question direct and

toward Elijah. With all eyes in the room fixated on her, she anticipated a shower of

she believed that the worst comment she would receive would be a polite "not bad". This was their territory, and maintaining appearances

silence settled over the room, the air charged with anticipation as they awaited Elijah's verdict. His face remained impassive, offering no hints of approval or disappointment. Finally, a subtle smile tugged at the corner of Elijah's mouth. "Here it comes! The praise they had been waiting for!" Not only did the other guests think so, but

kind..." Her words trailed off as she began

raced as she fought to maintain her smile. Glancing up, she noticed a frown now

more strained as Elijah continued, "Mrs. Finch

already know her skills are indeed lacking. It's truly unfortunate for such an exquisite piece of text like the Lindisfarne Gospels to be presented

the calligraphy piece, his expression filled with disdain as if he couldn't bear to look at it

It dawned on them that their earlier praises were merely a nod to the Finch family's status

part in a world driven by social graces and

adding, "Indeed, this calligraphy isn't up to par. All that praise just now

lessen their presence and escape the discomfort. Eleanor's forced smile was frozen on her face, making her appear more unsettling than if she were crying. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her carefully laid-out plan

high society, was momentarily at a

quick wit

and she found a way

respond. "Please accept my

far from refined

was ready to use her as a

piece

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