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

my son.Did you

"No."

is real? Or how did he

teeth.He then proceeds to explain to his son

Xander in turn explains what happened outside

mean that Fatty had a Lamborghini, and

at each other with a

prodigal son! Mr.Tom took a glance at his father, Francisco, for a couple of seconds.He was

that much money? On the other hand, the

Director Lowell and Dr.Hottun and the other important guests, some of whom were congratulating him

arrived.Where is my

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

you to bring him

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

you think I care about your excuses? A

Francisco, clicked his

"But grandfather..."

now, get out of my

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

instead of his father, Mr.Tom,

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

Meanwhile.

this car is

at the interior of the Lamborghini and also stroked it.She certainly likes the

could barely put on a

sight of

a bottle of wine

was also a tequila at that time

thought, then he stole a glance at

made Sett's heart pound.He was plainly distracted by her beauty.No wonder those guards from

abruptly turns around, catching Sett off- guard

what's the matter? Is there something

was stealing glances at her.She was always

"N-Nothing."

caught in the act.He coughed, trying

thinking how much

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

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

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

wine onto the

you just

subtracting

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"