How Death Became My Rebirth

Chapter 428

Lydia widened her eyes and looked at Cassandra in disbelief.

Maximilian also stared at Cassandra as if he was looking at a monster.

Kayden was even more shocked. Since he knew about Cassandra’s many identities, although he had been used to it, he was still very surprised!

He just wanted to know if there was anything else Cassandra couldn’t do!

Comparisons were odious.

People like them could be called the favored son of God, but they couldn’t find any. adjectives to describe Cassandra.

Evelyn’s face was very gloomy. She couldn’t believe it. “Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You must be lying to me! How could the painting I spent 60 million. dollars on be fake?!”

“And you!” Evelyn pointed at Vanessa in the video and said. “You just said you are Mr. Gale Maguire’s curator of works, right? I now suspect that you are a fake!”

Evelyn had been mad. She couldn’t accept it at all!

Vanessa suddenly felt that Evelyn looked familiar. “Oh… I remember. Her name ist Evelyn White, right? She’s the daughter of the White Group.” Vanessa said to Cassandra. “She harassed me for a long time and wanted your Spring, but I didn’t sell it. It had always been here. Didn’t you just ask me for it the day before yesterday?!”

Vanessa’s words irritated Evelyn completely. She contacted Vanessa to buy a painting, but she finally found Mr. Gale Maguire himself, which was a surprise for

her.

Evelyn thought, ‘What does she mean? Is she saying that the painting I bought is

fake?

could that

this painting away,” Cassandra said in a cold voice.

and said, “Oh, I think

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not. The more Vanessa thought about it, the more she felt that

Cassandra was speechless.

you so much for

see!” said

signature, which is easy to recognize. Oh, you can see if there is a

a private collection exhibition

she is Mr. Gale Maguire. Even if this painting is sold, she can draw another which looks exactly the

that. Why do you think Mr. Gale Maguire’s painting is so expensive? It’s because the master can’t

the same as

was even more flustered. She

a small flashlight from her bag. It was ultraviolet light, but Cassandra had hung up the video call

and swept around the painting. Cassandra couldn’t help reminding, “Lydia, if I remember correctly, the

she was creating this painting, the bottom was too full

top and said in surprise, “It’s

little golden–edged

“Tsk. What a

pushed Lydia away, snatched the small flashlight from her

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on her painting. But there was nothing. She thought,

White, your painting is indeed a fake. You don’t have to look at it anymore.” A

was Harold Ford, the president of

and said in a deep voice, “I know

face was extremely gloomy, and even Arthur

Ford, I…”

Someone picked up the phone and said, “Mr. Ford, why are

of the master she heard. She thought, ‘Why is he so flattering now, not

did you sell a painting named Spring of Mr. Gale Maguire some time ago?” Harold’s voice reverberated throughout

asked her to think about it carefully, but she still flirted with me and insisted on buying my painting. Your

her? Therefore, I made it a deal. Now that I am abroad,