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.

ugly creature was embarrassing her in front of so many people. She was absolutely furious! Taking

the appraiser had already begun

he looked at both paintings and then

the torn one is a fake." Selena raised an eyebrow; this result was within her

finished speaking, Madam

you have anything else to

a fuss as an

to utterly destroy Selena's reputation tonight and deal a blow to Mr. Montague Sr.'s

to say? I say that

a fake painting, and when she was exposed, she was so angry that she

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

soon as her voice fell, Selena looked at her lightly. "Madam Montague, I also brought an appraiser. Surely it can't just be your appraiser who has the final say,

to see what your appraiser has to

in 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

appraiser appeared, everyone shut their mouths. The one who came in was Mr. Butler himself.

Mr. Butler rarely made public appearances and disliked interviews;

she froze, thinking she must

leisurely with his hands behind his back to the two

come to