Married a Secret Billionaire

Lina admired the paintings on Zuko’s phone, particularly captivated by the firefly painting’s vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes. She expressed her fascination, wishing she could see the artwork in person.

Zuko chuckled knowingly.

Although Zuko’s grandmother was not a renowned artist, she had made a name for herself within artistic circles. Her painting, The Fireflies’ Light, had fetched a staggering $30,000,000 at an auction in Centrolis over two decades ago. Her reputation was well-known among industry insiders but less so to those outside the art world.

Living in Southeast Aciatic and maintaining a low profile, Xyla, Zuko’s grandmother, had a limited online presence, making it difficult for her work to gain widespread recognition unless accessed through exclusive platforms requiring VIP accounts. Hence, showcasing his grandmother’s artwork proved to be the best choice in this situation.

Zuko got Lina to turn on the computer and sent those paintings to her. “Pick one and try to copy it!”

“I’m having trouble picking!” Lina smiled happily but was nervous. “This person’s brush strokes and use of colors are extraordinary. She must be a famous artist, right?”

“Not really,” he said. “I have many of her paintings.”

Lina widened her eyes.

She thought about it and realized that if Zeke could afford the paintings, the artist must not be known.

“Her paintings are beautiful.

prepared the canvas and brushes for her. He was worried that he would expose something

The Fireflies’ Light

with fireflies is unique!” She smiled. “Violet will

before laughing with her. ‘She

creating a rough draft.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay

of painting proved to be quite challenging

perfectly. She constantly adjusted the colors on her palette, taking a long time to achieve the desired

joy

water and occasionally fanning her. He remained busy with his

indicating a text message from Toph. Sneaking into the corridor, he checked the message discreetly, ensuring no one was

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was shocked on the other side of the

merely replied with one

seem like

typed with trembling hands. [I’ve sent you all of grandma’s paintings to you… but you can’t even tell me what you’re