Goodbye, My Love

The auctioneer Looked at Loraine apologetically.

It would be rude of them to put the painting through the authentication test after it was sold to Loraine.

However, if they didn’t do that, the reputation of the organization would be dented. The rich attendees would take offense and probably cut ties with them.

“Do you mind, Miss Torres?” the auctioneer asked politely.

“No, I don’t. Go ahead with it.”

Loraine folded her arms, unfazed by the antagonism from most of the people in the hall.

A look of relief flitted across the auctioneer’s face. He immediately invited the experts to evaluate the painting.

Several grey-haired men went up the stage. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a moment of truth, so everyone in the audience held their breath as the experts did their job.

Twenty minutes passed before the experts finally stopped looking at the painting.

“After examining the painting carefully, we have confirmed that it is actually Robert Andrew’s work. The hidden signature and brushwork are enough proof. Just as Miss Torres said, Triumph and The Field, which was put up for sale at Boli Auction House, are works created by Sirloin and Robert. They are both very valuable.”

ALL the other experts concurred with their colleague who spoke for them.

Astonished gasps came from the audience at this moment.

“Whoa! It turned out that an imitation could cost more than the original. Who would have thought?”

What made it even more surprising was that Loraine, an ordinary woman, knew such details.

Everyone was amazed at her good eye. They moved towards her and tried to strike up conversations.

Many top professionals in the industry offered Loraine a job in their antique companies. The salaries were mouthwatering.

In particular, a young man came closer and looked at Loraine with intense admiration.

“Hey, Miss Torres. I heard that you are an architectural designer. How come you know so much about artworks?”

Thinking of her uncle, Wesley, Loraine replied with a smile, “Oh, one of my family is a fan of artworks. I just picked up a thing or two from him.”

She didn’t say anything else.

At the sight of the people flanking his ex-wife, Marco’s heart began to pound.

She knew about architecture, racing, dancing, and antique collection