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!!

please have

at her

not sincere. I didn't expect you to try to destroy someone else's family. Fortunately, I didn't take you in,

with his hands behind his back,

future, I won't sell

finger into the face of

don't know how such a person can be an appraiser; you're only capable of deceiving

expressions were very ugly, and the appraiser even knelt

tonight, his career was

Butler snorted at everyone,

slightly; she followed

stunned, none of

Selena saw that a car had just pulled up. Raymond

strode in, and when he passed Mr. Butler, he paused

was really only staying in New York for a day, and he didn't plan to tell Selena at all. But he accidentally heard from a friend about the appraisal of the real and fake paintings, which involved the Montague family. Then he called Selena,

student... Was this Montague family kid blind? He was actually going after

was cold. He had been scolded in Ridgefield and was receiving calls from New York all

at this rustic woman,

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

now covering herself up, and

about her now; instead, he looked

"Mr. Butler."

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