My Husband Is A Secret Billionaire By Wiuu

Chapter 191

The art exhibition was grand and impressive, featuring works from renowned masters. Usually, a single painting could fetch millions of dollars.

Deinte strolled leisurely through the exhibition hall. She had received education from all directions since childhood, which cultivated her well rounded thinking and refined taste.

She admired several works by Southeast Asian masters, appreciating their graceful lines, bold use of colors, and strong personal styles.

Deinie was deeply fond of one particular painting and immediately instructed her assistant beside her, “Go and contact the staff here. I want this painting!

The assistant eagerly nodded and hurried off.

Meanwhile, Jane also entered the venue accompanied her mom, Kassie,

“Mom, although there aren’t many people here, the place is quite big. Please don’t wander around randomly!” Jane said, a bit exasperated.

Jane smiled lightly after she instructed her mom. “I brought you here because I thought you might be bored at home. Besides, I’m here for work, so please cooperate, alright?”

“I’ll take a few photos, inquire with the staff about the details, and then we can leave.”

Kassie sighed, “So saan?”

She loved art exhibitions and used to visit them frequently back home. However, since leaving home, she hadn’t stepped into such a beautiful exhibition hall again…

“Yes,” Jane nodded, “Once the work is done, we can leave early, and I can quickly finish writing my article.”

“Ah,” Kassie pouted, “You can’t even rest a few days in a month with your job, it’s like you’re making a fortune or something!”

“Mom!” Jane laughed, teasing her, “Why are you always talking about money? So vulgar!”

“I used to be too refined, that’s why I ended up like this, thanks to that jerk David! I shouldn’t have been so principled back then: I should have taken advantage of his money more, then you and Bailey wouldn’t have suffered with me…”

alright.” Jane put her arm around her mother’s shoulder, afraid that she might dwell

the past, Dad is no longer relevant to us.

replied indifferently, “We’re

her thoughts

use of principles?

since childhood was to

These worldly principles

to figure out how to write her

her mother to sit on the couch.

thirsty? Shall I get some water for

clear and sweet voice reached Deinic’s

mother-daughter pair sitting not far away, their backs facing her, but it

said softly in a hit of

took off her own coat and draped it over

kindness, so she put

in her heart. Her daughter was so considerate, a

her daughter-in-law,

you see that

gaze,

was quite large, occupying a significant portion of the wall. The brushstrokes were somewhat abstract and dreamlike, depicting a forest with a large firefly waving its wings, vividly

signature and found it was from a famous painter in the Southeast Asian

do you like this

instead, she fell into contemplation,

After a while, she asked in a h oar se voice, “Do you know where

it was a private garden in the Southeast Asian

artist who signed the painting had

as

a while, she said to Jane, “Can you buy

be bought, it should be quite expensive…