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.

a youngster, I even attempted to imitate

landscapes had this unique essence, pulling the

is no

though… It’s missing

his style but

”

reservations which led her

exchanged glances,

of this

a counterfeit piece in a newly inaugurated

a case of the owner’s ignorance, or could

a figure descended from

come to view the

familiar timbre of the voice caught Rosalynn’s attention, prompting

that spoke of refined taste, made her way

around

the passage of months, she appeared as luminous as

meet you

”

didn’t expect to see

surprise, she extended a warm

“It’s been too long.

”