My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1886

The signature at the bottom of the painting read “Maple”.

It was the alias used by Javier, a distinguished master of Landscape art.

He counted Christopher, Rosalynn’s mentor, among his close friends until he succumbed to illness at eighty.

His artworks, now rare treasures, surged in value posthumously.

Under normal circumstances, stumbling upon his work here would have been a joyous find.

Yet, something about this particular painting.

.

“This isn’t a piece crafted by Master Javier Morrison,” Rosalynn declared after studying it closely.

Noemi, who was nearby, voiced her astonishment, “Are you suggesting this painting is fake?”

“Indeed, it’s fake,” Rosalynn confirmed with surety.

Gail, who had been listening, added her thoughts with a_ nod, “Something about it struck me as odd.

His creations have always captivated me.

I even attempted to imitate his

and his landscapes had this

is no

though… It’s missing his

mirror his style but

”

which led her to this conversation

exchanged glances, surveying their

might the owner of this gallery be? Are they

discovery of a counterfeit piece in a newly inaugurated gallery sparked

a case of the owner’s ignorance, or could there have been a

a figure descended

to view the exhibition as

of the voice caught Rosalynn’s attention, prompting her

spoke of refined taste, made

curls fell softly around her shoulders, adding to her

months, she appeared as

to meet you here,

”

to

of surprise,

“It’s been too long.

”