Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 503

Serena, sitting to one side, pleaded, "Please stop praising her! If Mirabelle realizes everyone is complimenting her, she’ll be over the moon!"

At this moment, Rosemary pulled out her phone, preparing to take care of some personal affairs. Unexpectedly, Nancy, feeling superior, suddenly hushed everyone around her, then lifted her eyes arrogantly towards Rosemary.

"With your perfect academic record and broad knowledge, surely you have some unique insights. Why not give your opinion on this art piece and tell us what’s so special about it?"

If someone with a perfect academic record came from a privileged family, then not being able to recognize the artist or style of this art piece—or not knowing what made it special—just showed a lack of exposure and knowledge.

If she came from humble beginnings, no matter how great her academic achievements were, she still could not compare to them—the privileged daughters of wealthy families.

So, regardless of how Rosemary responded to this question, she would either be mocked for her lack of knowledge or her humble background.

Rosemary lifted her gaze to find a group of people ready to laugh at her.

She then looked at Nancy’s phone, which displayed a landscape painting, presumably the one they said was purchased for three million dollars.

Her eyes went cold. "To me, it’s no better than a child’s scribbles."

Everyone was stunned by her words, and even Nancy was taken aback for a few seconds.

This naive girl dared to comment that the masterpiece of the revered Mirabelle was no better than a child’s scribbles!

It seemed not only did she come from a humble background, but she also lacked any sense of art appreciation.

"Seems like the top scholar only knows how to study, unable to appreciate the value of this painting."

Nancy recovered, raising her superior smile and chuckling.

"This is a new piece by the renowned artist Mirabelle."

"Indeed! It was just auctioned off two days ago at an auction by the Austin family for three million dollars."

"We don’t blame you for not being able to appreciate fine art, but you dare to say that Mirabelle’s talent is no better than a child’s. You are not only insulting Mirabelle but also all of her fans!"

"Apologize to Mirabelle!"

Rosemary smirked, looking at the girls in front of her like they were fools.

"Last year, the Collins family bought a piece by Mirabelle for ten million dollars. This year, the McMillian family bought another one for ten million dollars. Now, you’re saying your family bought a genuine Mirabelle for just three million dollars?"

"What’s so impossible about that? The Collins and McMillian families are notorious for their extravagance and willingness to overspend. We, the Austin family, are close with Mirabelle. What’s wrong with her giving us a discount?"

Nancy said, sounding a bit defensive.

After all, Rosemary didn’t know about the relationship between the Austin family and Mirabelle and had no evidence to prove she was lying. So, she continued her bluff. What could Rosemary do?

Rosemary found it even more amusing.

"You say you know Mirabelle? Is she male or female?"

"A man! An old gentleman!" Nancy declared confidently. "I’ve met him many times. He’s very refined and scholarly, with a strong artistic vibe."

Rosemary could not help but chuckle.

"Mirabelle is a woman, and not very old. Moreover, she never gives anyone discounts."

"How would you know? Are you claiming to know Mirabelle personally?"

Nancy insisted.

"Mirabelle has had a long-standing relationship with our family. I’ve met him many times. On the other hand, your family certainly doesn’t have any of Mirabelle’s artwork, which is why you don’t recognize the landscape painting."

"Mirabelle has never painted a landscape," Rosemary said nonchalantly. "Yours is a fake."

"A fake?"

At this, everyone was stunned.

The folks at Westerly College couldn’t believe how confident Rosemary was in declaring the landscape painting a fake.

And Nancy—she was absolutely livid. Just as she was about to demand proof from Rosemary, she noticed Serena frantically signaling her.

Oh, yes. Serena Collins!

"Serena, what’s your take on this?"

Not only did Nancy fail to grasp Serena’s point, but she also called her out in front of everyone.

"You’re worldly-wise, so tell me—Is Mirabelle a man or a woman? Old or young? Moreover, is this landscape painting the work of Mirabelle?"

Serena, having been singled out, reluctantly stood up. Her gaze shifted to Rosemary. In front of all these people, she simply couldn’t bring herself to call her sister.

Fortunately, Rosemary didn’t seem to take her seriously, appearing nonchalant.

"Mirabelle is a woman, and her age is indeed not that old," Serena said grudgingly, casting a glance at Rosemary.

If she lied, wouldn’t Rosemary throw the evidence right in her face in front of everyone?

A long time ago, when George and Jennifer visited the Collins family, they had personally confirmed that Rosemary was the renowned painter Mirabelle and the calligrapher Evarose. If Serena tried to bluff now, she would be the one to lose face.

Rather than embarrassing herself, it was better to let her friend Nancy bear the brunt.

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"So, is Nancy lying?"

"Are you saying Nancy is trying to put on a brave face?"

Weren’t Nancy and Serena good friends? Why would Serena personally embarrass her?

Whispers spread through the crowd.

Nancy clearly couldn’t believe that Serena would disgrace her in front of so many people.

That was not what friends did!

"Serena, didn’t your family spend ten million dollars on a painting by Mirabelle a year ago?"

Suddenly, someone remembered this and hurriedly asked Serena.

Serena gladly changed the subject.

"Yes, our family did indeed purchase a painting by Mirabelle for ten million dollars last year."

"Serena, your family is so rich, just buying a ten million dollar painting like that. The McMillian family can afford ten million, and so can you. No wonder you two could become in-laws."

People started to flatter again.

Serena felt a bit uneasy. She was afraid Rosemary would publicly expose her fake-rich-girl act, and even more afraid Rosemary would deny her engagement to Romeo. So, she preempted:

"Alright, the competition is about to start. Let’s focus on that."

"Serena, since your family has bought Mirabelle’s work, can you tell us—does Mirabelle really not give any discounts?" someone else asked.

Serena looked at Rosemary again, reluctantly admitting,

"When she says no discounts, there are no discounts."

Everyone was surprised that the straight-A student was more knowledgeable than Nancy and was on the same level as Serena. In contrast, Nancy seemed a bit pitiful and pathetic.

Nancy couldn’t understand why Serena wouldn’t help her. Serena could only quietly make up an excuse to divert her.

And the people from Westerly College, looking at Rosemary, were all full of admiration.

The straight-A student was really impressive.

She easily embarrassed the people from Summerfield College!

"Rosemary, you’re amazing!"

No wonder President Barton personally chose her to lead the team.

She truly had the ability and strength.