The Queen They Buried

Chapter 340

Even the untrained eye could see that the painting was remarkable, while experts immediately recognized its collector’s value. And notably, the artist was only eighteen.

“I’ll bid 30 thousand dollars. Might I have the honor of acquiring Miss Wilson’s masterpiece?”

“35 thousand dollars!”

The bidding war had already begun.

To build up hype for Carmen, the Wilson family spared no expense, inviting a host of business elites and rising socialites. Whether they genuinely admired Carmen’s painting or were simply currying favor with the Wilson family, their spontaneous bidding undoubtedly stroked Carmen’s ego to no end.

Percival beamed with pride. “Carmen, your mastery of traditional painting is destined to stand in a class of its own.”

The brushwork and composition of the painting were remarkably expressive and impressionistic. It absolutely outclassed anything else in her age group.

Carmen felt that victory was practically hers. She eyed Aubree, who was still painting, and thought, ‘You must be getting anxious, right? Hearing all this praise for me must be terrifying, huh? Aubree, this time you lose.’

Her eyes brimmed with triumph, and a smug smile played on her lips. “Thank you all for your kind words, but I’d like to dedicate this painting to my mom.”

tulips in full

The tulips in her painting bloomed with exceptional vibrancy

you’ve grown up.” Alice’s face was filled with emotion, and her eyes brimmed with tears. She thought, “This is my

murmured in admiration, showering the Wilson family with effusive praise for

had this in the bag, completely

is pure artistry!” Stan’s exclamation

started painting, he had been utterly transfixed. When the finished piece was revealed, he could no longer contain

thought, “This painting is exhibition–worthy all on its

on her lips. “What a coincidence, I also want to dedicate this

alarm. She thought, ‘Is Aubree trying to play the sympathy

in disdain. She didn’t

make me turn against Carmen,

“I call this

contrast to the hollow praise Carmen had received, when Aubree flipped her canvas around, the crowd erupted in a chorus of astonished

laid eyes on the painting was utterly stunned, rendered speechless by its sheer

flushed crimson with shock. He thought, ‘How could this

Aubree’s caliber to need underhanded tactics just to