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.

even attempted

were refined, and his landscapes had this unique essence, pulling the observer into

that is

though… It’s missing his

style but

”

with her expertise, harbored reservations which led her

exchanged glances, surveying

of this gallery be?

a counterfeit piece in

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

then, a figure descended

come to view the exhibition as

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

that spoke of refined taste, made her way down the stairs

fell softly around her shoulders, adding

she appeared as

meet you here,

”

didn’t expect to

moment of surprise, she extended a warm

“It’s been too long.

”