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.

youngster, I even

brushstrokes were refined, and his landscapes had this unique essence,

is no

though… It’s missing

to mirror his style but fails

”

expertise, harbored reservations which led her to this conversation with

two exchanged glances, surveying their

might the owner of this

counterfeit piece in a newly inaugurated gallery

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

figure descended from the second

to view

voice caught Rosalynn’s attention, prompting her to glance

spoke of refined

chestnut curls fell softly around her shoulders,

months, she

to meet you

”

to see Selina

surprise, she extended a

“It’s been too long.

”