Chapter 122
Chapter 122:
“Ah, so he secured his invitation by donating something so valuable,” Janice said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “But how did an illegitimate son like him acquire such an expensive vase? Did Alcott provide it? How generous!”
Nina’s expression changed. She had been so focused on Leonie that she hadn’t noticed Bart until now. When she saw him, she was initially shocked, followed by a surge of fury as she confirmed the vase was indeed from Alcott.
“Alcott, you’ve really done something! You bought that vase for over eight million not long ago, only to pass it to your illegitimate son. How dare you!”
Janice and Aiden exchanged a glance, each recognizing the shared sense of schadenfreude in the other’s eyes. A confrontation seemed inevitable.
Unbeknownst to Bart, he was on the brink of facing serious repercussions for using the vase to gain entry to the gala.
“Nina, have some coffee.” Janice poured Nina a cup of coffee in an attempt to soothe her. “I suspect Alcott didn’t know about it. Bart probably took the vase without telling him.”
“Oh please, you think I don’t understand Alcott?” Nina sneered. “He needs to give me a proper explanation this time, or I won’t let it go.”
“Absolutely. We’ll confront him together when we return.”
“Janice, don’t try to persuade me. Wait, what?” Nina paused mid-sentence, staring at Janice in astonishment. “What did you just say?”
Janice laughed. “Nina, if you’re angry, let it out. It’s not worth getting sick over some worthless man.”
Aiden, who was about to drink water, choked on it in surprise at her bold words.
He looked at the two women, seeing Nina’s surprise turn into agreement. “Janice, you’re spot on! It’s not worth our health to stew over a worthless man. I’ll make sure he regrets it when we get back!”
“Nina, I’m with you all the way. I’ll provide whatever you need to take him down.”
Lᴀtｅst chᴀptєrs in g𝑎lnovels.𝒸ο𝑚
Aiden swallowed hard, silently feeling sympathy for Alcott, no matter where he might be.
The auction then proceeded with the vase starting at five million and selling for seven million, which only intensified Nina’s rage. Had Janice not been keen on bidding for an item, Nina would have stormed out to confront Alcott by now.
“Next up for auction is a painting,” announced the host with a touch of mystery, gesturing towards a painting covered by a red cloth. “Ladies and gentlemen, any guesses on the artist?”
“Correct! It is indeed JE! This piece is one of JE’s rarest, the only known painting from her childhood.”
The room filled with an eager buzz of anticipation.
Many had heard rumors that JE’s childhood painting would appear at tonight’s charity gala.
Fans and major collectors of JE’s work had gathered, swelling the event to a size larger than typical.
Leonie gracefully enjoyed her wine, reveling in the ambiance she had anticipated.
“Nellie, have you seen that painting?” Sierra asked with curiosity. Nellie shook her head, indifferent. “I’ve been tied up with other matters and haven’t had a chance to see it.” What was there to see in a child’s scribble, anyway?
“I first learned about JE during college. She’s an incredible designer. Was she as gifted as a child?” Sierra asked, intrigued by JE’s early potential. She admired how a woman could command such respect from prominent figures across various fields.
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