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.

of the Xanth family. Her attempts at flattery were anything but subtle.

faces that had initially brimmed with

strides, Eleanor made her way toward Elijah

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

was evident as she momentarily glanced toward Elijah. With all eyes in the room fixated on her, she

this was the Finch family's event. Even if her calligraphy wasn't flawless, she believed that the worst comment she would receive would

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

you're too kind..." Her

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

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

in calligraphy, it seems you already know her skills are indeed lacking. It's truly unfortunate for such an exquisite piece of text like the Lindisfarne Gospels

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

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

and appearances. Only the audacious leader of the Xanth family dared to speak

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

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

was momentarily at a loss, only managing a

her quick wit

and she found

respond. "Please accept my

surface-level, far from refined

was ready to use her as a stepping stone instead. Aware that Clover had been

authentic piece

Lindisfarne Gospels for Elijahelifet