Chapter 44
Chapter 44:
After a pause, she looked at Annabel and mused, “Annabel, this should be your first time seeing these, right? You know what? I’ll bring some for you next time p>
“Thanks, but no p>
“Thanks, but no,” Annabel replied indifferently, ignoring her sarcasm.
Heather then folded her arms and inquired, “Annabel, what gift did you bring for Bruce p>
Heather stared at Annabel, the corner of her lips raised.
In her eyes, it was impossible for a poor girl like Annabel to bring a decent gift, or anything at all, for Bruce.
She wanted to paint herself as the only woman qualified to be Rupert’s wife.
It had gotten to her that Bruce was the one who had arranged Rupert and Annabel’s engagement. She wanted to seize this opportunity to change Bruce’s mind. She had been sucking up to Erica for a long time, and it had worked. However, Rupert was still cold and distant toward her.
Erica had informed her that Rupert stayed engaged to Annabel just to please his grandfather.
As a result, Heather figured she had to work extra hard to leave a good impression on Bruce while also pulling Annabel down, so she could become the new Mrs. Benton soon.
“I didn’t prepare any gift p>
Strangely, there was no panic on Annabel’s face.
Disdain flashed through Heather’s eyes. She was certain this hillbilly had come empty-handed.
Annabel was being so rude and uncultured in front of Bruce. It appeared she would be kicked out very soon.
To her greatest surprise, Annabel took out a painting from her bag and said with a bright smile, “This is Monet’s work, Woman with a Parasol. My grandpa asked me to give it to you p>
Bruce’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw the painting. He said happily, “This is wonderful. Thank Leonard for me p>
Heather’s mouth fell open as she stared at the painting. The figure in it was lifelike. It looked like a masterpiece worth millions.
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Compared to the painting, Heather’s gift was nothing.
Bruce was a lover of paintings. He smiled from ear to ear as he looked at it, his eyes bright with delight.
How was this possible? How did a pauper like Annabel get such a precious painting?
It looked real, but was it fake?
Yes, it must be fake!
At that thought, Heather blurted out, “Annabel, don’t you think it’s insulting to gift Bruce a fake painting p>
A fake painting?
Annabel’s eyebrows furrowed instantly. The painting was real, not fake at all. Heather only made that assumption because she thought Annabel was from a poor family.
“Heather, are you doubting Bruce’s ability to tell an original painting from a fake?” Annabel fired back sarcastically with a faint smile.
Heather’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment. “That’s not what I meant. Everyone knows that Monet’s pieces are invaluable. How did you get this painting p>
“What? Are you insinuating that I stole the painting?” Annabel asked in a cold voice.