The woman was aggressive, her tone sharp and overbearing.


    From a distance, Serena listened, feeling that the voice sounded familiar. It sounded like Sarah''s voice.


    Samuel let out a frustrated chuckle but maintained hisposure, responding patiently. "Yes, we do have a number of replicas here. First, so that everyone can appreciate the craftsmanship. And second, to prevent any idental damage to the authentic pieces.


    "The real, auction-worthy porcin are marked. If you''re not interested in replicas, you''re wee to purchase an authentic piece instead."


    With that, Samuel gestured toward a genuine piece priced in the millions.


    Sarah''s eye twitched violently. Spending millions on a piece of pottery?


    She wasn''t an idiot. She was just there to ride the wave of publicity. Still, she couldn''t afford to be humiliated.


    Lifting her chin arrogantly, she sneered. "A piece of junk sitting next to Amber Hanson''s works? And you''re trying to sell it at a sky-high price? What a joke. Are you using this exhibition as a front for moneyundering?"


    Samuel''s brow furrowed instantly.


    Before he could respond, Serena had already stepped forward from the crowd, her lips curved into a soft smile.


    "Ms. Sarah of the Jansen family mayck an eye for art, but she seems to know a lot about underhanded schemes."


    Her voice was casual, but every wordnded like a sharp de.


    "This porcin te was crafted by a renowned artist. His descendant is currently gravely ill, aware that he doesn''t have much time left. So, he''s auctioning this piece, hoping to find a collector who truly appreciates his grandfather''s work.


    "Every cent from the sale will be donated to charity—to fulfill his grandfather''s lifelong wish. Yet, in your mouth, such a sincere act of goodwill has be some kind of shady scheme?"


    Serena let out a mocking sigh, turning her gaze to the porcin te with regret.


    The surrounding guests were seasoned collectors, all with a deep appreciation for porcin art.


    Upon hearing this, and seeing Serena''s genuine respect for the piece, they immediately stepped in.


    "Exactly! Thisdy looks down on replicas, but she also refuses to acknowledge an artist''s work. Why even pretend to be cultured? With a heart this rotten, you don''t deserve to


    ppreciate fine art!"


    "And what''s wrong with Amber Hanson''s work? Her pieces have sold for billions. Even her replicas are worth hundreds of thousands Are you looking down on them, or are you just pretending because you can''t afford one?"


    With the first two voices speaking up, the rest of the crowd quickly followed, unleashing a barrage of criticism at Sarah.


    The verbal attack was so relentless that Sarah could barely lift her head, drowning in a sea of scornful words.


    "Enough!" she finally snapped, furious, her eyes locked onto Serena. "You did this on purpose! You came here just to humiliate me!"


    Serena didn''t get angry. Instead, she simplyughed, shrugging innocently. "I''m just stating the truth. What, does hearing the truth make you jumpy?"


    Sarah was about to curse her out when a familiar chuckle drifted in from the crowd.


    Both sisters turned their heads at the same time.


    Cole emerged from the gathering, dressed in a perfectly tailored indigo suit, exuding azy yet charming charisma. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he nced at Sarah.


    "Ms. Sarah, your taste is rathercking."


    Sarah''s anger instantly evaporated, reced by shock and betrayal.


    Cole wasn''t on her side!


    Just as she was about to move closer and act cute, Cole swiftly sidestepped, avoiding her entirely. Instead, he walked up to Serena, his gaze full of intrigue.


    "So, you''re Ms. Hanson''s daughter. These incredibly realistic replicas... Did you make them yourself?"


    He chuckled, eyes narrowing. "I knew you couldpose music, but I had no idea you were also skilled in crafting porcin pieces."