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?"

just arrived as he tapped Mr.Tom, his father, on the shoulder

son.Did you

"No."

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

proceeds to explain to

turn explains

that Fatty had a Lamborghini, and you suspect that

son duo were looking at each other with a swollen face like they

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

much money? On the

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

finally arrived.Where is

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

bring him here? Are you

eyes were on the

think I care about your excuses? A simple instruction but couldn't

head, Francisco, clicked

"But grandfather..."

get out

"I'll excuse myself, grandfather."

his head as he walked away while feeling 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.

this car is very

also stroked it.She certainly likes

barely put on

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

bottle of wine in the

a tequila at

Sett thought, then he stole

plainly distracted by her

catching Sett off- guard

what's the matter? Is there

Mr.Crow was stealing glances at her.She was always sensitive to people's subtle glances, so

"N-Nothing."

felt hotter for being caught in

thinking how much

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

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

Ms.Scarlett said.

"Pfftt!"

wine

did you just

subtracting the car's

"No, after that."

"Forty-eight million dollars?"