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

had this unique essence, pulling the observer into

is no small

It’s

to mirror his style but fails to capture

”

with her expertise, harbored reservations which led her

exchanged glances,

might the owner of this gallery be?

counterfeit piece in a

ignorance,

descended from

view the exhibition

of the voice caught Rosalynn’s attention,

in a sleek black dress that spoke of refined taste,

around her shoulders, adding to her

of months, she appeared as luminous

meet you

”

expect to see Selina

of surprise, she extended a warm

“It’s been too long.

”