The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 601

So, was his plan to avoid drawing attention by helping poison Stella Cameron in secret, instead of eliminating her openly?

But Rachel Pearce dismissed that theory almost immediately.

Stella met with Mr. Burton frequently-if she were to be poisoned, Mr. Burton would notice straight away.

Joshua Gardner wasn't that foolish.

So then, what was his real reason for getting close to Stella?

Rachel's mind kept circling these questions, when the auction officially began.

Most of the items up for bid tonight were paintings and calligraphy.

Jasper Wilkinson showed zero interest in any of it. After glancing around for a while, he was yawning nonstop.

Stella, on the other hand, had a keen eye for art. She watched the auction, genuinely absorbed.

Abby Murphy muttered, "A few casual brushstrokes and suddenly it's worth a million? That's daylight robbery."

Contemporary artists' works often fetched prices in the millions.

As for old masters, their pieces almost always went for several million or more. Naturally, the older the piece, the higher the price.

Neville Connolly remarked, "It's not quite as impressive as the last auction, but this one's quality is still top-notch. I mean, there are several works here from centuries ago, and they're all originals."

Stella glanced at him. "You know about this stuff?"

a mischievous charm.

"Neville, are you one of those mysterious men of

"I dabble in a lot of things, but I

so modest. Knowing a little about everything is a gift.

Besides music and painting, what else can Star

to respond when the auctioneer's voice suddenly rose

the latest work by

here knows Aurora's paintings-her style is so distinctive, even Al can't

spoke, he whisked away the black

bright lights, a stunning field

fluffy white

into the horizon where

colorful flowers seemed

in a

delicate fragrance almost driftiel

filling the hall with

beautiful painting! The colors are

feels so comfortable."

looking at this puts

I'd love to visit

I think

buzzed with admiration

Candida Fletcher, who usually didn't care for art, couldn't help

the auctioneer