Chapter 145

The sound of footsteps echoed at the doorway, and just when they thought they had left the art exhibition center, Ballaster and Naylor strode back into the room.

Ballaster’s gaze was sharp, his voice booming like a bell, “What’s going on here?”

Fanny blinked rapidly, confusion swirling in her heart.

She was sure she had someone keep an eye out, only unleashing her verbal tirade on Lorna after confirming Ballaster’s departure, setting her up for the fall.

But how on earth had Ballaster returned?

Turning to look at Lorna, Fanny saw that the panic had vanished from her face, replaced with a calm demeanor infused with anger and disappointment.

Suddenly, Fanny felt panic grip her. She blurted out, “Here’s the thing, I asked Lorna to help sort out some paintings, but she’s harboring resentment against me and went ahead and destroyed this masterpiece! Such behavior is despicable, we must punish her!”

Ballaster chuckled coldly, “Is that so?”

Teagan chimed in hurriedly, “Such a blight on the art world should absolutely be excised!”

Naylor interrupted with a sudden cough, halting the momentum of accusation. After regaining his composure, he turned to Fanny and asked in a calm tone, “Are you certain it was Lorn who damaged the painting?”

A chill ran down Fanny’s spine as she asserted, “Yes, I’m certain.”

With a clap of Naylor’s hands, someone entered carrying a laptop.

Naylor remarked nonchalantly. “My father was concerned about security at the exhibition, so he had cameras. Installed in certain rooms. Since the painting was in Room 101 before, let’s have a look at the surveillance from there.”

Fanny’s world seemed to spin. She shrieked, “How could you install cameras? That’s a violation of our privacy!”

Naylor replied, lowering his gaze, ‘This is a public space, and Room 101 is where the art is displayed. To deter theft or damage, having a surveillance camera is reasonable, isn’t it?”

She never anticipated being caught

knew the layout of the exhibition center, which rooms had cameras and which didn’t, and she had taken care of it all. But she had never imagined that B. Aster would

the video was about to play, Fanny

so agitated?” Naylor inquired. “Is there something scandalous on that

in desperation, “I changed clothes in that room because it was always without surveillance! It’s

as he commanded, “Hold

dares to lay a hand

and the art exhibition staff, many of whom

frame was lean, and he

stepped forward instead, her tone indifferent, I’ll handle this.”

Chapter 145

to shove Cordelia aside, her arm

And then-

“Watch out!

floored by a swift, precise

tracksuit with a white cap, looked utterly adorable. Now,

Naylor approached

sneaked back into

turned to Teagan in

corner where Fanny was

on the outside,

in

hesitated, “Ms. Fanny, I only sold four pieces this month, just

my high praise that made you famous. Without that, your work wouldn’t even fetch five thousand! Ray and Joe in

and Joe, overhearing, widened their eyes, “So that’s why Teagan won the last competition there was a

saw their world crumble. They knew they were finished, utterly finished.

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