The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 207

The curator said, "This painting is Mr. Wilheim's artwork. He usually doesn’t sell his work. Oh, look, here he comes..."

As they were talking, an old man with a white beard walked towards them with a stiff gait, clutching a cane.

Mr. Wilheim was a Medianian that had migrated to Liberty long ago. He was an internationally renowned painter, and his paintings were hard to find.

Ian's mother, Gillian, had certainly heard of Mr. Wilheim's thundering name.

In addition to jewelry, bags, and other luxury items, all women of high society would collect works of art by famous artists at home. Otherwise, they would be ridiculed as a parvenu.

However, Mr. Wilheim's paintings were not something that could be bought with money.

This old man had a strange temperament and was fussy about his buyers.

Gillian thought, 'If I could buy his painting, wouldn’t I b e more respected in my circle?'

In the blink of an eye, the old man with the white beard had arrived in front of them.

The curator politely went up to greet Mr. Wilheim.

The white-bearded old man nodded perfunctorily without saying a word. He went forward to take down the painting hanging on the wall and turned around to leave.

Chloe Snyder saw that Gillian really liked the painting, so she immediately went forward to stop him.

"Excuse me, how much is this painting? I want to buy i t."

The white-bearded old man frowned slightly and glanced at Chloe. "You can't afford it."

He walked past Chloe to leave.

Chloe Snyder, who was belittled by this old man, felt a little embarrassed.

She was such a business mogul, so what could she not afford?

"Just state your price, then we'll see if I can afford it."

Chloe's face was cold with such arrogance that could not be ignored.

The white-bearded old man snorted coldly.

"You’re such a stinking rich brat. If I sell you my painting, my reputation will go down the drain! You'd better just wreak havoc on other people's paintings..."

Chloe was dissed by the old man. Her face was grim, and her eyes darkened.

After all, Chloe was belittled in front of Ian's mother, s o she felt humiliated.

For a while, the air was filled with an awkward silence.

The white-bearded old man swept a glance and spotted Nicole. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Are you buying or not?"

Nicole pursed her lips. "Nope, because I'm stinking rich too!"