Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 208

Chapter 208:

Three years ago, in a burst of inspiration, she had poured her soul into those four paintings. The ones circulating the world were nothing but copies, while the true fourth masterpiece had never left her possession.

The crowd began weaving its own illusory stories from Khloe’s silence.

Layla’s grin grew even wider. Meanwhile, Eric’s gaze turned to Khloe, a mix of pity and uncomfortable amusement on his face. He wanted to see her struggle, but something about the whole situation made him uneasy.

His frown deepened as he spoke. “Layla, we both know Khloe’s background. How could she possibly have an authentic White painting? Asking her to show it off is just cruel.”

“Let’s drop it. Grandpa loves this artist, and the fact that Khloe made the effort to find one shows she meant well.”

only highlighted how little respect he had for Khloe. It was then that Khloe realized how blinded she had

“I don’t believe Khloe’s painting is fake.” The room fell into stunned silence, and Khloe turned to Henrik. She gave his

Layla. “Don’t worry about it, Layla. Between us, my painting is the real one, and yours is the fake.

in the air, and once again, the

day. Who did Khloe think she was? So insignificant! How dare Khloe accuse her of owning a fake painting? She swore she would make sure Khloe never dared to show her face in

paintings and let everyone judge for themselves which

for a servant to bring her painting. Khloe nodded in agreement, and Hurst

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protective covers were removed from the frames, two oil paintings were revealed to the guests. A sudden silence swept over the room, and

real moon or laurel tree. Instead of natural hues, the images were painted in deep shades of black. The paintings were filled with deep ink tones, but they weren’t just plain black. Within the dark shades, a faint, mysterious silver glow shimmered. A large moon hung high

serene silence, its ink-black branches and leaves twisting like dark ribbons, dotted with tiny silver flowers. The blending of ink and silver in the paintings was masterful,

palette and the

some skill. If it weren’t her own creation, she might have found it difficult to identify the flaws in the brushstrokes and