Chapter 1710:
La and Jaxen stood frozen, shocked to the point that it felt as though their ears were ying tricks on them.
“She… she’s Wyvena?” La whispered, disbelief thick in her voice. That simply couldn’t be real. Christina was far too young — how could she possibly possess that level of mastery? She had to be fabricating it.
Jaxen refused to believe it either. From the very first moment he had encountered Christina, he had pegged her as an easy target. Beyond her stunning appearance and the powerful backing of the Jones family, nothing about her had seemed especially remarkable. She appeared mild-mannered, level-headed, and easy to manage.
“Am I losing my mind?” he muttered under his breath.
Bain didn’t bother acknowledging either of them — not even with a nce. His proud, unwavering attention remained locked on his sister. The self-assured radiance she carried was so brilliant it drew the eye without effort. Anyone who dared to doubt her would be erased from his world without hesitation.
“This is unbelievable — absolutely astonishing!” Gillian cried out, her voice brimming with reverence and exhration, her expression glowing with pride.
Standing beside her, Alban caught sight of her joy and let a smile curve across his lips — a minute change he himself failed to notice.
“Miss Jones, you say you are Wyvena, but can that truly be trusted?” Alban said suddenly. “Words alone won’t suffice — you’ll need evidence.”
Gillian spun around and shot him a zing re. Why did this man have to be so infuriating? He simply refused to leave Christina alone.
Sensing her irritation, Alban raised a brow faintly, the corner of his mouth tilting upward. Her feelings shifted so readily whenever Christina was involved. That awareness sparked an unfamiliar unease within him, and when his gaze returned to Christina, a trace of antagonism had entered his eyes. He failed to recognize that the resentment rising somewhere deep inside him made no sense whatsoever.
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Violette turned toward Christina with a smug expression. When Christina didn’t answer immediately, she pressed on. “Miss Jones, how exactly do you intend to verify your im?”
“You’re free to summon an evaluator to inspect my artwork,” Christina replied evenly.
“Very well. Mr. Ronald Burton is currently in Lionesspaw. I’ll reach out to him.” Alban retrieved his phone and ced the call on speaker. “Mr. Burton, I’d like to trouble you to attend a charity event. We require your expertise to authenticate a painting.”
“Whose work are we discussing?” Ronald asked.
“Wyvena’s. Someone here is iming to be Wyvena. Would you be willing toe and expose the fraud?”
“What! The nerve — to impersonate the great Master Wyvena! I won’t tolerate such nonsense!”
“I’ll arrange transportation for you.”
Once the call ended, Alban shifted his gaze toward Christina on the stage, wearing a faint, knowing smile. She showed not the slightest trace of anxiety — in fact, she appeared utterlyposed. Could she truly be Wyvena, the pinnacle of the art world? Yet given her youth, how could she have climbed so high? She already possessed so many other abilities and titles. No matter how extraordinary a person might be, this stretched the limits of usibility. If not for the undeniable proof supporting her other identities, he might have assumed she had simply purchased her reputation.
Violette faced Christina again, icy triumph curling across her lips. “If I were in your ce, I’d apologize and confess the lie right now. Once Mr. Burton arrives, a simple apology won’t save you.”
Christina met her stare. “Just because youck talent and backbone doesn’t mean everyone else does. Don’t presume I share your shorings.”
“How dare you call me talentless and weak!” Violette snarled through clenched teeth.
Christina merely lifted her shoulders and smiled. “I only stated that I am capable and resolute. Kindly refrain from assuming I resemble you in any way.”
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