Chapter 428
Lydia widened her eyes and looked at Cassandra in disbelief.
Maximilian also stared at Cassandra as if he was looking at a monster.
Kayden was even more shocked. Since he knew about Cassandra’s many identities, although he had been used to it, he was still very surprised!
He just wanted to know if there was anything else Cassandra couldn’t do!
Comparisons were odious.
People like them could be called the favored son of God, but they couldn’t find any. adjectives to describe Cassandra.
Evelyn’s face was very gloomy. She couldn’t believe it. “Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You must be lying to me! How could the painting I spent 60 million. dollars on be fake?!”
“And you!” Evelyn pointed at Vanessa in the video and said. “You just said you are Mr. Gale Maguire’s curator of works, right? I now suspect that you are a fake!”
Evelyn had been mad. She couldn’t accept it at all!
Vanessa suddenly felt that Evelyn looked familiar. “Oh… I remember. Her name ist Evelyn White, right? She’s the daughter of the White Group.” Vanessa said to Cassandra. “She harassed me for a long time and wanted your Spring, but I didn’t sell it. It had always been here. Didn’t you just ask me for it the day before yesterday?!”
Vanessa’s words irritated Evelyn completely. She contacted Vanessa to buy a painting, but she finally found Mr. Gale Maguire himself, which was a surprise for
her.
Evelyn thought, ‘What does she mean? Is she saying that the painting I bought is
fake?
‘How could that be possible?‘
“Okay, I got it. I’ve already given this painting away,” Cassandra said in a cold voice. and she thought, “This girl always has too many words to say!‘
Vanessa suddenly noticed something and said, “Oh, I think I saw the president of
ac & MMBB BB
MBBBBB
Chapter 128
21% 14:42
him tell you if it’s true or not. The more Vanessa thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. She said, “No, you have a golden–edged signature. Just flash an
Cassandra was speechless.
so much for
see!” said
painting of Mr. Gale Maguire has a golden–edged signature, which
private collection exhibition
has proved that she is Mr. Gale Maguire. Even if this painting is sold, she can draw another which looks exactly the
you think Mr. Gale Maguire’s painting is so expensive? It’s because the
I feel the same
was even more flustered.
and she took out a small flashlight from her bag. It was ultraviolet light, but Cassandra had hung
Cassandra couldn’t help reminding, “Lydia, if I remember correctly, the signature should be in
she was creating this painting, the bottom was too
top and said in surprise, “It’s
was a little
What a slap in
snatched the small
Chapter 428
H
21% 14:42
But there was nothing. She thought, ‘How could
your painting is indeed a fake. You don’t have to look at it
Harold Ford, the president of
and said in a deep voice,
extremely gloomy, and even Arthur beside
I…” said
dialed the number of that man. Someone picked up the phone and said,
face was pale. This was the voice of the master she heard. She thought, ‘Why is he so flattering
Spring of Mr. Gale Maguire some
do you know? That girl is so silly. I’ve asked her to think about it carefully, but she still flirted with me and insisted on buying my painting. Your know, my imitation of Mr. Gale Maguire’s painting is so similar to the real
made it a deal. Now that I am abroad, you
the man was
looked like a fool
expect that it was just a fake painting worth 20,000 dollars, and
Mr. Gale Maguire wants. to hold you accountable. Do you think you
this, Harry became anxious. His tone revealed his nervousness. “No, Mr. Ford, I
et et
Chapter 428
Read the hottest How Death Became My Rebirth by Evelyn Florence Chapter 428 story of 2020.
The How Death Became My Rebirth by Evelyn Florence story is currently published to Chapter 428 and has received very positive reviews from readers, most of whom have been / are reading this story highly appreciated! Even I'm really a fan of $ authorName, so I'm looking forward to Chapter 428. Wait forever to have. @@ Please read Chapter 428 How Death Became My Rebirth by Evelyn Florence by author Evelyn Florence here.