When There Is Nothing Left But Love

As expected, the art gallery was packed with guests. We seemed to be a little out of place, being the only ones who showed up with the whole family.

Nathaniel was busy entertaining his other guests, so we decided to look around the gallery ourselves.

The gallery adopted the Epea architectural style from the last century. Its lobby with vaulted ceiling introduced a historic charm to the place. Under such an atmosphere, the oil paintings on the wall seemed to be veiled by a sense of mystery.

Standing in the middle of the lobby, John fixed his eyes on the Mona Lisa’s smile and gauged its authenticity. “Do you guys think it’s authentic or fake?”

“I suppose it’s authentic,” I blurted out. “Those who show up today are all prominent figures. Besides, Nathaniel is rich. I don’t think he would display a reproduction in his gallery.”

“What do you think?” John asked Ashton.

“Well, it can be authentic, and it can be fake. Actually, the oil paintings themselves have no value. They only gain popularity and rise in value because they are much sought after. To some extent, it is an excellent marketing tactic by attaching the artists’ feelings and life experiences to the artworks.”

not asking you about business. I’m asking you if the painting is authentic.” John grew

He stooped down to pick Audrey up and

Audrey to look at the other paintings,

a look and unanimously

The art industry was not as simple as it seemed. It was a high-risk investment, just like stone gambling and stock

be one of the few who got to lay down the rules in the industry. Hence,

minutes, the excitation when we first stepped foot in the gallery faded away. After

the villa as the

outside to answer a call from M

while. As I decided to find a place to rest, Nathaniel’s voice rang out, “Scarlett,

straightened up upon hearing his voice. Soon, I realized he was talking about

a beautiful piece of art featuring the sun and breaking waves, a distant view from the seaside. At first glance, one couldn’t really tell if they were ebb