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?"

as he tapped Mr.Tom, his father, on the shoulder while noticing

son.Did you bring that bastard with

"No."

painting is real? Or how did he

then proceeds to explain to his son

Xander in turn explains what happened outside

Fatty had a Lamborghini, and you suspect that

and son duo were looking at each other with a swollen

fatso was clearly living like a prodigal son! Mr.Tom took a glance at his father,

money? On the

while engaging in conversation with Director Lowell and Dr.Hottun and

arrived.Where is my

family head, Francisco, hurriedly came forward, but then frowned when Xander didn't reply.He scanned his surroundings, but when he didn't see a silhouette of

to bring him here?

reach him." Xander said in reply.His eyes were on

you think I care about your excuses? A simple instruction but

family head, Francisco, clicked his

"But grandfather..."

out

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

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

got angry.I'll get my revenge

Meanwhile.

car

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

felt helpless.He could barely put on a

car, his eyes caught sight of a

a bottle of

also a tequila at

she liked drinking in the car? Isn't that dangerous?’ Sett thought, then he stole a glance at Ms.Scarlett's side

heart pound.He was plainly distracted by

around, catching Sett off- guard and scaring

the matter? Is there something

tilted her head.She wondered why Mr.Crow was stealing glances at her.She was always sensitive to

"N-Nothing."

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

just thinking how

the small compartment while his hand, unknowingly,

think there are about forty- eight million dollars left in the bank

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

sprayed the wine onto the

you

mean subtracting the car's

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"