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?"

Mr.Tom, his father, on the shoulder while noticing the

you bring that bastard

"No."

we going to know if the painting is real? Or how did he get

proceeds to explain to his

turn explains what happened outside the

mean that Fatty had a Lamborghini, and you suspect

each other with a swollen face like they had been

That fatso was clearly living like a prodigal son! Mr.Tom took a glance at his father, Francisco, for a couple of seconds.He was wondering if the family head,

money? On the other hand, the family head,

engaging in conversation with Director Lowell and Dr.Hottun and the other important guests, some of whom were congratulating him on the

finally arrived.Where

Francisco, hurriedly came forward, but then frowned when Xander didn't reply.He scanned his surroundings, but

bring

reply.His eyes were on the ground, not daring to look

care about your excuses? A simple

head, Francisco,

"But grandfather..."

get out of my

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

humiliated, and instead of his father, Mr.Tom, helping him, he was ignored, as his

all your fault, grandfather got angry.I'll get my revenge on you, fatso! Mark my

Meanwhile.

car is

likes the car, while saying "brother this" and "brother that." Her curiosity was

could barely put on

car, his eyes caught sight

there always a bottle of wine in

also a tequila

liked drinking in the car? Isn't that dangerous?’ Sett thought, then he stole

distracted

around, catching

matter? Is there something on my

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

"N-Nothing."

felt hotter for being caught in the act.He coughed, trying to cover his

was just thinking how

showed the card and put it in the small compartment while his hand, unknowingly, held the glass of

about forty-

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

wine onto

did you just

subtracting the

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"