Underestimated Son In Law

Chapter 20 Difference Between Poor And Rich

"Director Lowell, if it turns out that this painting is genuine, can you take full responsibility?"

Dr.Hottun's sharp gaze made Director Lowell nearly sh*t his pants.

"You aren't afraid of losing credibility? How would people see it by then? No one would do business with people that do not have credibility."

"Actually, Dr.Hottun, I was just joking.In fact, the painting is profound..."

Director Lowell said with convection, making everyone flabbergasted.

With no apparent shame on his face, Director Lowell moved on to explain.

".....Peering at this angle, this is indeed a genuine painting.The canvas and the oil paints are top-notch, and the artist has a high level of understanding of the art.The pattern and strokes through its smallest details are superb.It's a high-quality work of art..."

By now, everyone was holding their breath.

Looks of admiration were being thrown at the family head, Francisco, who appeared to be calm, but inside he was trembling with excitement and anticipation.

"If my guess is on the spot, this painting was made by the descendant of the famous painter in the Nineties, Edward Hopper."

Director Lowell spoke without a falsehood.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

If the first couple of words from Director Lowell were a confirmation that the painting was genuine, then the last words would be mind-blowing.It was the final nail in the coffin.

Yet Director Lowell didn't stop dealing with them as he continued to speak without any shame.

"One can't always trust the word of an expert without evidence.Even if it's someone like me, Don Francisco, your grandson had an extraordinary temperament.If my daughter hadn't married at an early stage, I would have matched him with my daughter..."

Director Lowell was an experienced old fox, as he effortlessly concealed his earlier blunder.

Moreover, from Dr.Hottun's words, he was siding with Sett.

There was also Miss Jasmine.

With that thought in mind, he decided to side with them and not help Mr.Tom, who was presently petrified.

"Director Lowell, you must be mistaken that the painting is certainly fake!"

Mr.Tom had an ugly expression on his face.

Before Director Lowell could refute him, Dr.Hottun raised his hand as he spoke.

"Mr.Tom, the painting is inevitably real, without the shadow of a doubt, and its market value is around ten million dollars, not just that its price could easily skyrocket as the artist is quite famous."иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм

With that, Mr.Tom looked like he had eaten a fly.But what could he say? He didn't even have any qualifications to speak about the painting.

With a heavy heart, Mr.Tom could only sigh in defeat.

"Father, what's the matter?"

father, on the shoulder

you bring that bastard with

"No."

is

teeth.He then proceeds to explain to his son what

in turn explains what happened outside

a Lamborghini,

and son duo were looking at each other with a

prodigal son! Mr.Tom took a glance at his father, Francisco, for a couple of seconds.He was wondering if the family head, Francisco, hadn't

gotten that much money? On the other hand, the family head,

Dr.Hottun and the other important

finally arrived.Where is my

Xander didn't reply.He scanned his surroundings, but when he

I tell you to bring him here?

reach him." Xander said in reply.His eyes were on the ground, not daring to look at the family head

about your excuses? A

Francisco, clicked

"But grandfather..."

get out

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

and instead of his father, Mr.Tom,

all your fault, grandfather got angry.I'll get

Meanwhile.

this car is

the interior of the Lamborghini and also stroked it.She certainly likes the car, while saying "brother this"

helpless.He could barely put on a

his eyes caught sight of a wine glass

a bottle of

tequila at that time

that dangerous?’ Sett thought, then he stole a glance at Ms.Scarlett's side profile,

and cheery pink lips made Sett's heart pound.He was plainly distracted by her beauty.No wonder

turns around, catching

what's the matter? Is there something on

head.She wondered why Mr.Crow was stealing glances at her.She was always sensitive to people's subtle glances,

"N-Nothing."

in the act.He coughed, trying to cover his

just thinking how much cash

it in the small compartment while his hand, unknowingly, held the glass

subtracting this car's cost...I think there are about forty- eight million dollars left in the

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

wine

you

mean subtracting the car's

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"