Beatrice thought Agnes was here to just throw a wrench in the works, just to make her embarrassed.
She was itching to march over there and wipe that calm smirk off Agnes' face.
But Jared was there.
All Beatrice could do was bite her tongue, step forward and say, "This painting is definitely not a fake. If it turns out to be a fake, I'm willing to compensate Mr. Manuel tenfold its price. But if it's proven to be authentic, then the one spreading rumors will have to pay the price."
Beatrice thought to herself, what does Agnes know about art?
In the past couple years, with Laura's antique shop, she had learnt a thing or two.
This painting, with its technique and color use, was perfect. It couldn't possibly be a forgery.
And she had it authenticated by an expert when she bought it. It was definitely not a fake.
Agnes was just stirring the pot, trying to ruin her reputation.
But Agnes just shrugged with a smile, “If I misunderstood you, I'm ready to face any punishment."
Agnes' confidence made Beatrice doubt herself, what was her real intention?
But the vibe in the room changed instantly.
Wasn't that girl Beatrice's own sister? Why would she stir up trouble at this time?
They had just had a touching reunion scene.
And how long had it been?
A member of the press suddenly piped up, “Mr. Whitfield was married once before. His ex-wife was the eldest daughter of the Pritchard family. So if this lady is Beatrice's sister, doesn't that make her Mr. Whitfield's ex-wife?"
The news spread like wildfire among the crowd.
Everyone started whispering among themselves.
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