Chapter 75 Aggressive?

"What's that supposed to mean? Does he think my painting's a fake too?" Harper laughed mockingly at herself, her gaze indifferent but her eyes holding a deep, hidden sadness. "Does he really love Lauren that much?" she couldn't help but wonder.

Paul noticed the flicker of pain in Harper's eyes, but his tone remained sharp. "Whose idea was it to invite Ms. Davis to my birthday? I don't remember her being on the guest list." His words cut deep. Tears welled up in Lauren's eyes, and she felt utterly wronged.

"Grandpa, I know you love Harper, and you're upset that Lucy exposed Harper's lie. I don't want to embarrass Harper either, but if she dared to do this, she should face the consequences, right? Can your love for her really make everyone else turn a blind eye, Grandpa?"

"Lauren, don't talk to Grandpa like that." Benjamin's expression darkened. He glanced at Lauren before turning to Paul. "Grandpa, Lauren didn't mean anything by it."

Paul snorted coldly, "What? Are you teaming up with an outsider to lecture me now?"

"Grandpa..."

"Enough!" Paul barked, his eyes piercing Lauren. "Ms. Davis, are you trying to teach me how to behave?"

Scott and Lily also questioned, "Ms. Davis, what are you trying to do?"

"Lauren, apologize to Grandpa," Benjamin said.

He seemed to be blaming Lauren, but the others present believed he was protecting her.

Lauren pressed her lips tightly. "Benjamin, I didn't do anything wrong. I won't apologize. It's clearly Harper's fault, she's the one who should be saying sorry." Benjamin's face darkened, and a tense silence filled the room.

The guests were all prominent figures in the business world. While they respected the Martin family and were also afraid of them, quiet whispers began to circulate.

Some were whispering that the Martins were bullying Lauren. If Harper had tricked Paul with a fake, she should have admitted her mistake and apologized. It wasn't fait to just brush it off like this because Paul liked her.

Harper's lips pressed together. She'd stayed silent, not wanting to cause a scene at Paul's party.

these people were pointing fingers at the Martin

her eyes deep as she said, "So, do you really this painting

Lucy straightened

didn't respond but kept staring

No one would fault you for not being able to get the real thing. You were doing the right thing. But shouldn't you admit your

I apologize,

make things right,

I should thank you for your

out her phone and opened a video. She said to Paul, "Grandpa, I have an old friend who wants to wish you a

of yours is a friend of mine." Paul nodded and grinned as if it didn't matter

and Jennifer were not happy about this. Jennifer said, "Harper, what more tricks do you have planned? Apologize to Grandpa and everyone here immediately.

anxious? You don't know what kind of person Harper is, but I do," Paul said sternly, glaring at Jennifer for a moment before sweeping over the crowd.

with warmth, and

the Martin family gave

arm. "Grandpa, don't get upset. Sit down

phone onto the big screen

She said she wanted to give it to her beloved grandfather. I had the honor of meeting you years ago, and I know you're my biggest fan. This painting is from my private collection, and I'd never part with it unless it was for Harper. I wish you a wonderful birthday and hope we can meet soon

the end

most of the people present knew

exclaimed. "The painting could be a fake, but you can't

wouldn't always blow in one direction, and people follow the wind, so those who had been fanning the flames just now had already

also chimed in with a frown. "Harper, you should have spoken up sooner to

I'm upset? I'm in a great mood," Paul interrupted with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He turned to Harper and said warmly, "Harper, you're helping me meet my idol! You know Vincent, and you didn't tell me at all? We have to have him over

and invite him over for a chess game. I bet he wouldn't stand

heart brimming with

but now that Ms. Mitchell's

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