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.”

vibrant tulips in full

competitive drive. The tulips in her painting bloomed with exceptional vibrancy and splendor, so lifelike they seemed

her eyes brimmed with tears.

in admiration, showering the Wilson family with effusive

convinced Carmen had this in the

Stan’s exclamation cut

utterly transfixed. When the finished piece was

thought, “This painting is exhibition–worthy all

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

twitched with alarm. She thought, ‘Is Aubree trying to

disdain. She didn’t

single painting could make me turn against Carmen, she’s completely

“I call this

had received, when Aubree flipped her canvas around, the crowd erupted in a chorus of astonished

who laid eyes on the painting was

crimson with shock. He

of Aubree’s caliber to need underhanded tactics just to gain recognition isn’t her fault, but a tragedy of the art