GoodNovelChapter 208 Chapter 208: Three years ago, in a burst of inspiration, she had poured her soul into those four paintings. The ones circulating the world were nothing but copies, while the true fourth masterpiece had never left her possession.
The crowd began weaving its own illusory stories from Khloe's silence.
Layla's grin grew even wider. Meanwhile, Eric's gaze turned to Khloe, a mix of pity and uncomfortable amusement on his face. He wanted to see her struggle, but something about the whole situation made him uneasy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis frown deepened as he spoke. “Layla, we both know Khloe's background. How could she possibly have an authentic White painting? Asking her to show it off is just cruel." "Let's drop it. Grandpa loves this artist, and the fact that Khloe made the effort to find one shows she meant well." Eric's defense coff as patronizing. His words, meant to smooth things over, only highlighted how little respect he had for Khloe. It was then that Khloe realized how blinded she had been by the illusion of kindness Eric had shown her.
Suddenly, Henrik spoke. “I don't believe Khloe's painting is fake." The room fell into stunned silence, and Khloe turned to Henrik. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her voice playful but warm. "Henrik, you really do get me." With a teasing smile, she turned back to Layla. "Don't worry about it, Layla. Between us, my painting is the real one, and yours is the fake. There's no other possibility." Her words lingered in the air, and once again, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Layla's face turned a fiery red, her displeasure clear as day. Who did Khloe think she was? So insignificant! How dare Khloe accuse her of owning a fake painting? She swore she would make sure Khloe never dared to show her face in front of them again.
Layla sneered coldly. "Fine, Miss Evans, let's bring out our paintings and let everyone judge for themselves which one is real." With a wave, Layla motioned for a servant to bring her painting. Khloe nodded in agreement, and Hurst stepped forward to fetch hers. The two paintings were carefully placed on special easels for everyone to view.
Gal no ve I s.hosts your favorite stories As the protective covers were removed from the frames, two oil paintings were revealed to the guests. A sudden silence swept over the room, and everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the paintings.
The colors of the paintings were unlike those of the real moon or laurel tree. Instead of natural hues, the images were painted in deep shades of black. The paintings were filled with deep ink tones, but they weren't just plain black. Within the dark shades, a faint, mysterious silver glow shimmered. A large moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft, cool light across the scene.
Under the moon, the laurel tree stood in serene silence, its ink-black branches and leaves twisting like dark ribbons, dotted with tiny silver flowers. The blending of ink and silver in the paintings was masterful, creating a dreamy, ethereal ambiance.
Both paintings were stunning, one with a softer color palette and the other more vivid. To the untrained eye, they were nearly indistinguishable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKhloe silently acknowledged that the person who copied her painting had sskill. If it weren't her own creation, she might have found it difficult to identify the flaws in the brushstrokes and color matching.
Layla's expression soured even more as she realized Khloe's painting Was just as impressive as the one she'd paid a fortune for.
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She examined Khloe's painting closely, searching for any flaws that could prove her own was genuine.
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