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 to imitate his

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

is

painting, though… It’s missing

to mirror his style but

”

expertise, harbored reservations which led her to this conversation

exchanged glances, surveying

might the owner of this

a counterfeit piece in a newly inaugurated

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

then, a figure descended from the

you come to view the exhibition as

the voice caught Rosalynn’s attention, prompting her

that spoke of refined taste, made

chestnut curls fell softly around her shoulders, adding

passage of months, she

meet you here,

”

didn’t expect to see Selina

of surprise, she extended a

“It’s been too long.

”