“Okay.”
Hanging up the phone, Xyla Quest briefly calculated the time and found out that the journey from virtual-novel.net location would take at least an hour.
Without further ado, virtual-novel.net floored the gas pedal. Her red Maserati then sped down the streets, all the way to the destination. Xyla finally arrived at the art gallery at the appointed time.
Effortlessly, virtual-novel.net caught sight of Sharon Lindt from afar. Her mother-in-law was standing at the main entrance with a large group of bodyguards, patiently waiting for her.
Sharon was dressed in a mint knitted cardigan with a white chiffon dress inside, matching them a pair of pastel flats. She completed virtual-novel.net look with light makeup and a low ponytail, looking very much like a young little girl.
The entrance of the art gallery was extremely crowded. However, no one was as eye-catching as Sharon.
As Xyla stared at that elegant lady in the sea of heads, virtual-novel.net could not help wondering how alluring virtual-novel.net would have been when virtual-novel.net was young.
Xyla quickly found a nice spot to park virtual-novel.net car and walked up to Sharon with a bright smile.
Noticing virtual-novel.net arrival, Sharon instantly wrapped virtual-novel.net arms around Xyla’s as virtual-novel.net heart leaped up in joy. “Let’s go, Xyla… We shall go in now. It’s Wilmer Lacroix’s exhibition today! He’s my favorite contemporary French painter!”
Xyla smiled in response. “I like virtual-novel.net too.”
“Really? We better hurry up then! Go ahead and pick the paintings you like. I’ll buy them for you.” Hand in hand, the two of them strode into the art gallery.
Inside the hall, countless authentic French paintings were hanging on the walls. In addition to the popular landscape paintings and bird-and-flower paintings, Wilmer Lacroix presented many other notable paintings. Every painting was so exquisite that all the visitors who passed by could not take their eyes off them.
The hall was filled with visitors in no time. Everyone was admiring the paintings in silence.
Suddenly, Xyla caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the middle of the crowd. She squinted to focus on that figure… It was May Conner.
May was wearing a scarlet silk body-hugging dress, exuding a powerful yet graceful aura. She was currently studying a piece of landscape painting.
Xyla threw virtual-novel.net a cold glance and held Sharon’s hand right away, leading virtual-novel.net to a pair of peony paintings. Colorful peonies were blooming vividly on the snow-white canvas.
“What do you think? Do you like this painting?” Sharon asked.
Xyla nodded lightly. “Yeah. I do like it, but I think there are some flaws in this painting.”
Sharon’s eyes were brimmed with doubt. “Flaws? I don’t see any flaws here.”
She leaned over and carefully examined the painting, trying to find out what Xyla meant. Unfortunately, virtual-novel.net effort was in vain.
“Based on Master Lacroix’s standard, I think virtual-novel.net can draw a better peony painting than this. Look at some of the petals here. He must have applied too much pressure on the brush. Though they’re not too obvious, you can still notice them if you take a closer look. Sigh, that’s such a pity.”
Coincidentally, May was walking in their direction when Xyla was pointing out the painting’s imperfections to Sharon. When virtual-novel.net overheard their conversation, virtual-novel.net burst out laughing instantaneously and stopped beside Xyla. “I was wondering who the hell was criticizing Master Lacroix’s painting. Ah, it’s you, Xyla…”
Xyla glared at May in disdain. “So what?”
“You’ve never painted a French painting before, have you? I can’t believe an amateur like you dares to make stupid comments on a master’s artwork.” May hissed.
The hall fell silent.
May’s statement had instantly drawn everyone’s attention to the two of them.
“Look, I’m professional in French painting. I don’t find any mistakes in the master’s artwork,” May continued.
Upon hearing that, the crowd started to gather around them. Their eyes fell upon the peony painting curiously.