Chapter 926
Cedrick’s sharp eyes swept across everyone present, and with just one glance, he made everyone shut
their mouths up.
Tracy looked at Cedrick, trembling, and was shocked. "So, Master Cedrick, to protect Miss Atherton, are
you slandering me by saying I've gifted a fake painting to Grandma?"
"Tracy, let's go," Sammy stepped forward to support Tracy and choked up, ’ The painting has been
ruined, and we can't question what the superior, high above Master Cedrick said. Whatever he said will
be the truth no matter what. But I believe that you will never deliberately fool Granny Atherton!"
If it were not for Sammy's sincere expression, Catelyn would have thought that she was acting to
ridicule her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCatelyn turned her head and instructed Kelly, "Aunt Kelly, please send someone to invite Mister Abma,
the president of Sapphire's Oil Painter, to come over. He has a lot of research on Morison's works, so
he can give my aunt and Tracy a satisfactory answer.’
'Really? That's great!" Sammy immediately burst into laughter, looking forward to it.
Tracy's hand tightened unconsciously.
When she was about to say something, she was interrupted by Sylvie.
Sylvie made a final decision and said without hesitation, "That would make my birthday party a great show too.
Well, let's find out. I can't wait for the answer too. At the end of the day, you can't convict anyone for no evidence."
Seeing this, Cedrick asked Eason to pick Mister Abma up immediately.
Eason did not come to the birthday party. He was in the city, so he was close to the base of Sapphire's Oil Painters.
Sammy was immersed in the joy of being able to prove that Tracy was wronged and said to Catelyn, "Miss Atherton,
don't be angry when the appraisal result comes out later. Tracy won't ask you to compensate. You just need to
promise not to avenge Tracy in the future, and we're even."
Catelyn looked at Sammy squarely.
She still looked very beautiful at the age of forty, as there were no wrinkles but a little retro charm on her face.
She looked very innocent, as though she had never encountered any adversities in life. ‘But was what she said just
now serious? Or is she playing tricks?'
"Aunt Sammy, don't worry. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize to Tracy," Catelyn said lightly, and the hand hanging by the
side of her leg was suddenly tightly grasped by a big palm.
She felt a warmth on her palm and looked up along the arm of the man.
Cedrick's handsome face fell into her eyes. Under the dome, his deep eyes were full of affection. Catelyn winked
playfully at him and tightened her grip
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsoon, the president of Sapphire's Oil Painters, Mister Abma, who was over 60 years old, arrived at the
hall with Eason.
Countless people were eagerly waiting, wanting to know the results if the oil painting was an authentic
artwork of Morison.
Everyone subconsciously gave way to them while Eason supported Mister Abma into the hall.
When Mister Abma heard that there was one of Morison's oil paintings there, his face was full of
excitement and a longing smile. He was even more agitated than Eason, as his hand that held a high-
degree magnifying glass shivered.
"Mister Abma, please be careful," Eason reminded.
it's okay. I'm good." Mister Abma waved his hand, implying that nothing was more important than the
oil painting of Morison, not even his body condition. Shortly afterward, he was in front of Catelyn and
the others, and he said eagerly, Master Cedrick and Mistress Catelyn, may I know where is the oil
painting by Morisian that you mentioned? It would be a great
honor to me if I could lay my eyes on the masterpiece. I have admired this work, the master of the oil
painting of all time, Morison, but unfortunately, there are not many artworks left..."