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    When the crowd heard what Marissa said, their reactions ranged from shock to anger. They believed she was spouting nonsense and misleading them. Even the Nash and Sanchez families were stunned. They had ced their trust in Marissa. To protect her, they had even stood up against Remy. But why did she persist in arguing and twisting the facts?


    In particr, the members of the Sanchez family were certain they did not possess any of Only’s paintings other than Birds Pay Homage at home. Only’s artworks were exorbitantly priced, each starting at two hundred million dors. How could the Sanchez family afford to bid on many?


    Previously, they acquired the painting Birds Pay Homage with a year’s assistance, paying in installments because affording it outright was beyond their means. Moreover, only five of Only’s paintings were known to exist in the world. Marissa imed that Only would create as many paintings as the Sanchez family desired, which was tantly untrue and utterly imusible.


    The argument had been intense initially, but Marissa’s absurd im turned the dispute into something almostughable. Amidst the crowd’sughter, the Nash and Sanchez families looked both gloomy and flustered.


    With a flushed face, Le tugged quietly at Marissa’s sleeve and whispered, “Tiffany, please don’t stretch the truth.”


    Le intended her reminder to be discreet, but Marissa responded loudly, “Everything I’ve said is true!”


    Feeling the crowd’s eyes on her, Le shrank back, her voice even lower, “But truly, there’s no other Only work in our family besides Birds Pay Homage.”


    Though Le spoke softly, her words carried, and everyone heard. They all watched Marissa, eager to see how she would resolve the debacle she’d created with her boasts.


    With unwavering confidence, Marissa responded loudly, “Previously, the Sanchez family didn’t possess any of Only’s works except for Birds Pay Homage! However, from now on, they can acquire as many as they desire.”


    This statement didn’t even elicitughter; instead, the crowd sneered with disdain.


    “Tiffany, are you losing your senses because you’re cornered?”


    “Nobody’s interested in your theatrics here. If you’re too embarrassed to admit the truth, it’s best you hand over Birds Pay Homage to Mr. Remy Sugden and leave. You’ve embarrassed your families enough times; you should be ustomed to it by now.”


    “If the Nash and Sanchez families allow her to continue making a fool of herself? Isn’t there an elder here to take her home?”


    Hearing these remarks, both families began urging Marissa to step away. However, Kalel didn’t n to let her go.


    “Youngdy, what you just imed implies that Only has be a personal artist for the Sanchez family! That’s an insult to Only. I can’t let you leave so easily.”


    “And what do you propose?” Marissa asked, her voice tinged with amusement.


    Kalel snorted in response. “You imed the Sanchez family could obtain any of Only’s works they wish. Show us one then. If you fail, I won’t let you off lightly.”


    At this masterpiece appreciation event, brushes and paper were already on the tables. Marissa walked over to one and began to draw.


    The crowd turned in confusion.


    “What is she doing? Mr. Kalel Sugden asked for a painting by Only, yet she’s drawing herself. Is she trying to mimic Only’s work to deceive us?”


    “That’s absurd! Even if she manages a copy, it won’t be an original piece by Only.”


    “If she tries to pass off her imitation as Only’s work, she’ll face awsuit. Mr. Kalel Sugden will not let her off today!”


    “And if she’s not attempting a copy, is she trying to suggest her work rivals Only’s? That’s pure arrogance! She didn’t even finish high school; how could she possibly contend with Only in painting?”


    As the murmurs swirled, Kalel watched Marissa draw, his anger mounting by the moment


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