Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Lina admired the paintings on Zuko’s phone, particularly captivated by the firefly painting’s vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes. She expressed her fascination, wishing she could see the artwork in person.

Zuko chuckled knowingly.

Although Zuko’s grandmother was not a renowned artist, she had made a name for herself within artistic circles. Her painting, The Fireflies’ Light, had fetched a staggering $30,000,000 at an auction in Centrolis over two decades ago. Her reputation was well-known among industry insiders but less so to those outside the art world.

Living in Southeast Aciatic and maintaining a low profile, Xyla, Zuko’s grandmother, had a limited online presence, making it difficult for her work to gain widespread recognition unless accessed through exclusive platforms requiring VIP accounts. Hence, showcasing his grandmother’s artwork proved to be the best choice in this situation.

Zuko got Lina to turn on the computer and sent those paintings to her. “Pick one and try to copy it!”

“I’m having trouble picking!” Lina smiled happily but was nervous. “This person’s brush strokes and use of colors are extraordinary. She must be a famous artist, right?”

“Not really,” he said. “I have many of her paintings.”

Lina widened her eyes.

She thought about it and realized that if Zeke could afford the paintings, the artist must not be known.

“That’s unfortunate.” Lina sighed. “Her paintings are beautiful. She should be famous!”

for her. He was worried that

picked The Fireflies’

“Violet will target me again when I’m done copying

laughing with her. ‘She sure

began sketching with a pencil before transitioning to

to be quite challenging for

had to be executed perfectly. She constantly adjusted the colors on her

Zuko found great joy

her needs, providing water and occasionally fanning her. He remained busy with

phone vibrated, indicating a text message from Toph. Sneaking into the corridor, he

[What!!!]

was shocked on the other side

replied with one word

not seem like his usual cold

trembling hands. [I’ve sent you all of grandma’s paintings to you… but you can’t even tell me what

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