Chapter - 60

“Yes,” Lily answered. “They’ve been buddies since college!”

As she was saying this, in her mind, she was thinking, “Charlie, you and Douglas are good buddies but you have the nerve to give him a worthless piece of shit, let my dad expose and humiliate you in front of everyone!”

However, beyond everyone’s expectation, Lawson said with a grateful sigh, “Indeed, it seems that he is a good friend! Why would one give such a precious gift otherwise?”

Everyone was dumbfounded upon the statement!

What did he mean by ‘precious’? Was he saying that the yellowish drawing was expensive?

Exasperated, Clinton cursed inside his head, “Fuck you! I can go to Antique Street, buy a fake painting, pee on it to make it look old and yellowish, and it will still look more authentic than that piece of shit!”

Lawson cleared his throat and said in an earnest tone, “This is the authentic work of Rachel Ruysch, a painter from the Dutch Golden Age. Although she is not as famous nowadays, she was one of the most outstanding painters that ever existed in the world and the first female member of the Confrerie Pictura.”