The Pinnacle of Life

Chapter 270

Just then, an old man in traditional clothing walked into the manor with a smile while
holding two bottles of wine.
“Hey Bardot! Your old pal is here to see you! Just look at what I’ve brought you, it’ s the
thirty-year-old Dalva tawny port!”
Upon hearing the old man’s voice, Aidan immediately rushed up to him while donning a
bright smile. “Lawrence, didn’t you say that the Archaeological Society will be having a
meeting today? Why did you rush over here then?”
This old man was Christopher Lawrence, he used to teach History back in the same
school as Aidan. However, this old man joined the Archaeological Society later on. Now,
he had a different position as an official in the archaeology industry. Naturally, Aidan
was overjoyed to see him.
Christopher smiled as he said, “I came as soon as the meeting ended.”
Just then, he took a glance at the ground and noticed The Landscape that had been
stomped by Claire. Although he could only see parts of the painting, he was able to
identify it.

Christopher was shocked all of a sudden. After placing the wine on the ground, he
picked up the painting. “Bardot, this is… Isn’t this, The Landscape?”
His heart sank with restlessness. The more he looked at the painting, the more upset he
looked.
Aidan smiled and said, “Oh Lawrence, just look at how panicked you are over a fake
painting of The Landscape. It’s just a faux given by a loser. You’re an archaeologist for
god’s sake. Just look at the area with the stamp, it has been burnt off. They are too
clumsy and couldn’t even get the stamp right, it’s clearly the fakest of fakes.”
“You’re calling this a fake?” Christopher’s eyes widened in anger, even his beards stood
up.
Claire, who rushed over, pointed at the painting and said, “Mr. Lawrence, of course this
is fake! It’s a gift from my useless son-in-law. No wait, from my ex son-in-law! How dare
he present a fake painting to my father?
That’s why I tore it apart and stomped on it
twice in front of him, just so this can’t be used to scam others.”
“You tore it apart and even stomped on it twice?”
Grimaced in intense anger, Christopher slapped Claire across the face.
Claire was stunned.
“Mr. Lawrence, why did you slap me?”
Christopher was heartbroken. “You dumbass! You absolute idiot! You’ve ruined a
beautiful art piece! Who told you that this was a fake? This is the original copy of The
Landscape by Jean Pucelli!
It’s one of his priceless works that has been passed down!
It’s priceless, you hear me?! How, how dare you tear it apart?! You’ll be condemned
through the ages!”
Tears started trickling down Christopher’s face. For an archaeologist, nothing was more
painful than seeing a priceless treasure getting ruined by fools.
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