Chapter 1707


    It turned out that Summer was the fiancée of their good buddy.


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    Romeo caught the shocked and incredulous expressions on their faces and curled his lips into a smirk,


    "Scared already?"


    His fiancée had more identities than they could imagine.


    Each one was at the top of their game in the industry.


    Timothy couldn''t believe that the girl he liked was truly extraordinary.


    As for Derrick, well, he never imagined that such an outstanding girl would only ever be his buddy''s


    wife, leaving him with a heartache and a desire to cry.


    "So, my fiancée might know the person you mentioned."


    Romeo''s words had Derrick waving his hands and chuckling, "She''s no match for Melody and


    Summer."


    Suddenly, Timothy remembered something. "Oh, by the way, speaking of Melody, I''ve got something


    here for her to take a look at."


    He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through Facebook, saying, "With the holidays around the


    corner, I am thinking of getting something nice for my grandparents. I stumbled upon someone selling a


    painting created by Mirabelle. He imed that he bought it at a premium from Maestro Melody herself,


    intending to give it as a gift to his own fiancée. But since their engagement party fell through, he didn''t


    want the painting to remind him of her, so he''s put the painting up for sale."


    Timothy opened the picture and showed it to Arabe, "My grandparents are big fans of Mirabelle''s


    works, so I wanted to ask you how much you sold it to him for. He started by asking for fifty million."


    It wasn''t that Timothy couldn''t afford it, but that the seller was now iming there were others willing to


    pay sixty, and even seventy million.


    Mirabelle''s paintings were indeed rare, but Timothy had the nagging feeling that he was being


    swindled.


    Arabe nced at it and smelled a rat.


    "Have you ever painted something like this?" Romeo asked in a low voice.


    He noticed that the painting did resemble Arabe''s style to arge extent in its mood and grandeur,


    but upon closer inspection, there were ws.


    If he hadn''t known Arabe and her works so well, he might have been deceived at first nce.


    Hearing Romeo ask about this, both Timothy and Derrick grew more stunned.


    After Arabe confirmed that she had indeed painted one like this, but the one was a fake, not by her


    hand, their disbelief intensified.


    "I did paint one that waster disyed at an exhibition."


    But after the exhibition ended, it was imed by Grandpa Alberto.


    "Someone must have taken a photo and replicated it."


    Though Timothy wasn''t an art connoisseur, he had been exposed to fine art from a young age. With


    original famous paintings hanging in his home all over, he had developed an eye for authenticity.


    But this forger had done such a convincing job that he had mistaken it for the real thing, which was why


    he had considered buying it.


    "So, you''re also Mirabelle." Derrick couldn''t believe that this woman was a jack-of-all-trades, and he


    waspletely stunned into speechlessness.


    "If your grandparents like this painting, I''ll send some other pieces that I ownter, and you can pick


    one you like."


    Buying paintings directly from her was much cheaper than getting duped by forgeries flooding the


    market.


    Meanwhile, Louisa had been calling Sean multiple times; without getting an answer, she grew more


    than frustrated and turned to call Steward.


    Steward, terrified at the sight of her iing call, fumbled with his phone. It slipped through his fingers


    and, after being juggled for a few seconds, it crashed to the floor and got disconnected.