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?”

never anticipated being caught by

turf; she knew the layout of the exhibition center, which rooms had cameras and which didn’t, and she had taken care of

to play, Fanny lunged forward,

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

was

he

shouted defiantly, “Who dares to lay a

influence, and the art exhibition staff, many of

of coughing. His tall frame was lean, and he looked rather frail. After a moment

him and stepped forward

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Cordelia aside, her arm was caught

And then-

“Watch out!

a loud “bang,” Fanny was floored by a swift, precise series of military–style boxing

a white cap, looked utterly adorable. Now, however, she dusted off her hands

another cough, Naylor approached the laptop

back into the room and damaging the

Teagan in shock,

corner where Fanny was heard asking,

the painting is ruined. It looks fine on the outside, but once you open it

nodded in approval.

just a million. Could we postpone the payment for

forget it’s my high praise that made you famous. Without that, your work wouldn’t even

why Teagan won the last

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

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