Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 461 Do You Really Think I Won't Get Angry?

But the next second, Mr. Butler put down the two paintings and rolled up the one that had been torn.

"Who tore this up? I spent more than a month painting it, such a waste."

He looked at Selena, frowning deeply.

"Who tore this painting?"

Selena pointed at Madam Montague, whose face turned pale instantly. "Mr. Butler, what do you mean? Are you saying this painting is real?"

Mr. Butler frowned, "I painted it myself; how could it be fake? Madam Montague, since you've ruined someone else's painting, naturally you should compensate. At the last auction, someone offered me three hundred million, and I didn't sell it."

He was somewhat displeased and rolled up the painting.

"I can't believe you have such poor taste. No wonder someone couldn't help but sue you. You treat fakes as treasures; you'll regret it one day!"

Madam Montague couldn't utter a word, and Olivia was already stunned.

The painting she bought was fake?!

How could this be?!

She had spent six hundred million, which was not a small sum for the Stone family.

In order to please Madam Montague, she had spent all her money!!

Butler, please have

Butler glanced at her

to try to destroy someone else's family. Fortunately, I didn't take you in, but you even used a fake painting to deceive people, causing my hard work to be ruined. It shows that

his hands behind his back,

future, I won't sell

poked his finger into the face of

how

were very ugly, and the appraiser even knelt down on

his

at everyone, then looked at

twitched slightly; she followed him and

were already stunned, none of them dared

was just about to step out of the main entrance, Selena saw that a car had just pulled

passed

plan to tell Selena at all. But he accidentally heard from a friend about the appraisal of the real and

Montague family kid blind?

aura was cold. He had been scolded in Ridgefield and was receiving calls from

looked at this rustic woman, with her

eyebrows were slightly furrowed. According to her character, wouldn't

was she now covering herself up, and looking much plumper than

mind to care about her now; instead, he looked at

"Mr. Butler."

Butler gave him a dismissive eye roll, but his hand was slightly tugged by