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 the awful look on his

my son.Did you

"No."

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

to explain to his

turn explains what happened outside

had a Lamborghini, and you suspect

with a

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

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

finally arrived.Where is my

Xander didn't reply.He scanned his surroundings, but when he didn't see a silhouette of Sett, his tone suddenly turned

I tell you to bring him here? Are

already left.I couldn't reach him." Xander said in reply.His eyes were

about your excuses?

head, Francisco,

"But grandfather..."

get out of my

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

and instead of his father, Mr.Tom, helping him, he was ignored, as his father proceeded to flatter the

grandfather got angry.I'll

Meanwhile.

car is

certainly likes the car, while saying "brother this"

could barely put on a

the car, his eyes caught sight of a wine glass in a small

a bottle of

a tequila at that time with

Sett thought, then he stole a glance at Ms.Scarlett's

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

abruptly turns around, catching Sett off- guard

matter? Is

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

thinking how much

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

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

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

wine

did you

subtracting the

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"