I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 316

I waved my hand dismissively. “Honestly, I don’t. It was just good luck.”

I had my past life’s obsession with design and news to thank. Without it, I never would have stumbled upon this incredible opportunity.

Linda was in awe, her eyes shining with admiration.

“Alright, you don’t have to say another word. You’re a design genius pretending to be a novice, and now you’re doing it again. You’re always hiding your talents, always making me look like a fool. I’ve had enough of it.”

The young man was equally stunned. He rushed over and grabbed my arm, his eyes filled with regret.

“Hey, beautiful, will you sell that painting to me? My family would love it. Name your price!”

His shout drew a crowd, and suddenly I was surrounded by people clamoring to buy the painting, their offers jumping from six million to fifty million in a matter of seconds.

I surveyed the group, my gaze finally settling on the young man. “First, tell me who you are. Then I’ll consider it.”

He was the biggest spender here today, throwing money around with abandon. He fit the description of the infamous Mr. Brown’s grandson. In my past life, this painting had ended up with the Brown Group anyway. Selling it to him would just be setting things back on their natural course.

The young man puffed out his chest. “You’ve heard of the Brown Group, right? We’re partners with the Lancaster family’s Aether Studio. I’m Oliver Brown, Mr. Brown’s youngest grandson. My grandfather loves Alistair Finch’s work. If you sell it to me, I’d be incredibly grateful.”

So he was the young Mr. Brown. The coincidence would have been suspicious anywhere else, but at a high-end showcase like this, it made sense. And the mention of his family’s partnership with the Lancasters jogged my memory. Steven's mom used to complain about him.

Steven had two notorious playboys in his circle: one from the Brown family and one from the Taylor family. Myron was the ambitious one; Oliver Brown was the real deal, a true good-for-nothing heir. Steven's dad had forbidden Steven from associating with him, though I never knew if Steven listened. Their reputations had only served to make Steven look even more capable and exceptional by comparison. It was one of the reasons Steven's mom had despised me so much. She once told me that a woman of my low status, if she was so desperate to marry up, would be a perfect match for the brainless Brown heir—trash with trash—and that I had no right to tarnish a man as brilliant as Steven.

I was lost in the memory of her cutting words when Oliver’s voice pulled me back.

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