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.

her efforts to ingratiate herself with the father and daughter of the Xanth family. Her attempts

the guests, a few faces that had initially brimmed

strides, Eleanor made her way toward Elijah and Rose, her face exuding

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

With all eyes in

calligraphy wasn't flawless, she believed that the worst comment she would receive would be a polite "not

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

isn't that good. Mr. Xanth, you're too kind..." Her words trailed off as she began to

is there a 'however'?" Her mind raced as she fought to maintain her smile.

grew even more strained as Elijah continued, "Mrs. Finch

lacking. It's truly unfortunate for such an exquisite

filled with disdain as if he couldn't bear to look at it any longer. A collective gasp rippled through the

that their earlier praises were merely a nod to the Finch family's status and not a genuine appreciation

their part in a world driven by social graces and appearances. Only the audacious leader of

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

with shame and embarrassment. Some even took a few steps back to 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

momentarily at a loss,

her quick

she found a way

respond. "Please accept my

merely surface-level, far from refined However, I do have another piece that

as a pawn, she was ready to

authentic piece

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