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.

father and daughter of the Xanth family. Her

among the guests, a few faces that had initially brimmed with eagerness lost

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

this calligraphy?" she asked, her question direct and

toward Elijah. With all eyes in the room fixated on her,

she believed that the worst comment she would receive would be a polite "not bad". This was their

dissecting every brushstroke with precision. Eager to accommodate him, Eleanor had the piece lifted and presented directly before him, ensuring that no detail would escape his discerning eye. A heavy 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 Lizzie and Eleanor believed it as well. Eleanor had even

no, her calligraphy isn't that good. Mr. Xanth, you're too kind..." Her words

it's good, why is there a 'however'?" Her mind raced as she fought to maintain her smile.

strained as Elijah continued,

seems you already know her skills are indeed lacking. It's truly unfortunate for such an exquisite

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

darted between Elijah and the calligraphy piece. It dawned on them that their earlier praises were merely a nod to the Finch family's status and

by social graces and appearances. Only the audacious leader of

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

Lizzie with compliments found themselves at a loss for words. Their faces flushed 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

momentarily at a loss, only managing a stuttered, "M-Mr.

her quick

she found a way

respond. "Please accept my

for the inadequate display. Her calligraphy skills are merely surface-level, far from refined

to use her as a stepping stone

piece

Lindisfarne Gospels for Elijahelifet