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

my son.Did you bring

"No."

the painting is real? Or

then proceeds to explain

turn explains what

mean that Fatty had a Lamborghini, and you suspect

father and son duo were looking at each other with a swollen face

a glance at his father, Francisco, for a

On the

good mood while engaging in conversation with Director Lowell and Dr.Hottun and the

finally arrived.Where is

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

to bring him here?

in reply.His eyes were on

excuses? A simple instruction but couldn't follow,

head, Francisco, clicked

"But grandfather..."

out

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

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

fault, grandfather got angry.I'll get my

Meanwhile.

this car

the Lamborghini and also stroked it.She certainly likes the car,

felt helpless.He could barely put on

car, his eyes caught sight

a bottle

was also a tequila at that time with

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

was plainly distracted by her beauty.No wonder those guards from the Crossword

then, Ms.Scarlett abruptly turns around, catching

the matter? Is there something on my

glances at her.She was always sensitive to people's

"N-Nothing."

being caught in

just thinking how much cash

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

about forty- eight million

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

sprayed the wine

you just

mean subtracting

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"