Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 460 Wishing to Slap Her

The last vestiges of color faded from Olivia's face, and her eyes went wide with disbelief.

She had thought Selena was easy to bully, but she didn't expect this woman to be so eloquent! She couldn't refute a single sentence! And people around were already starting to whisper. "I've been wanting to say this for a long time. Olivia's behavior is indeed that of a mistress."

"And she's even flaunting her necklace in front of the original wife; isn't that cheap?"

"The Stone family isn't any big deal; what is she showing off for?"

Olivia felt as if she was about to collapse. She couldn't help but glare at Selena with deep resentment.

This ugly creature dared to ridicule her like this?! Despicable! Damnable!

She was barely holding on, wishing she could slap her right now! But she had to endure.

At the critical moment, Madam Montague spoke up, actually trying to help Olivia out of her predicament.

"Enough, we're here tonight to appraise the paintings; why are we talking about these unnecessary things?" Madam Montague chuckled lightly while looking at the appraiser.

The appraiser cleared his throat a few times, attracting everyone's attention.

Olivia stood there, feeling incredibly embarrassed and awkward.

one knew about it. But now, this ugly creature was

had already begun to

minutes, he looked at both paintings

painting is the real one, and the torn one is a fake." Selena raised an eyebrow;

as the appraiser finished speaking,

do you have

fact, it was quite embarrassing for Madam Montague to make such a fuss as an elder.

out to resolve the issue, she wanted to utterly destroy

have to say? I say that you bought this appraiser

almost amused by her anger. How shameless! Trying to win her favor with a fake painting, and when she was exposed, she was so angry that she sued her. Such a person actually married into the Montague family? She was a disgrace

out of mind. "Guards! Throw her out! I

also brought an appraiser. Surely it can't just be your

Montague's chest heaved violently, "I'd like to see what your appraiser

from outside the door. This man had a small beard, although he was old, his steps were light, and his hands were behind his back. Before he appeared, people at the scene had already started to discuss

one who came

appearances and disliked interviews;

Montague saw Mr. Butler, she froze,

around him, then strolled leisurely with his

come to New York, Mr. Butler? I hadn't heard anything