Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 518

As Rosemary was gathering her belongings, ready to deal with some work issues on her smartphone, her shoulder was abruptly bumped.

A girl dressed in a chic black suit brushed past her, surrounded by a gaggle of other girls.

Knowing full well that she had collided with someone, she held her shoulder and snidely asked, "Are you blind?"

"Well, if it isn’t the top of the class? We better steer clear of her, you know, what with her being a surgeon and all. Wouldn’t want her to carve us up with her scalpel."

The girls tittered, and Rosemary coolly watched them. "Apologize."

"I’m the one who’s hurt here, and you want me to apologize?" Lynn unreasonably crossed her arms over her chest, a defiant expression on her face.

The other girls quickly tried to placate the situation.

"She’s just showing off because she was noticed by a few professors. Little does she know that no matter how skilled she is as a surgeon, she will still be working nine-to-five at a hospital."

"Yeah, any single piece of Evarose’s work in your house is worth more than what she’ll make in her lifetime."

"You guys are so rich, owning so many pieces of Evarose’s work."

"Some people will never get to see a real Evarose in their entire life. Why don’t we be nice and show her?"

Lynn had just finished boasting in front of her friends and was looking for someone else to impress. So, she gladly obliged, her expression saying, ’Fine, I’ll indulge you.’ She unlocked her phone, revealing her wallpaper — a calligraphy piece by Evarose.

"Beautiful, isn’t it? Such an expensive piece, only fitting for it to hang in your house."

"Kim, didn’t you mention that piece was worth $500,000? So, if someone makes $2,000 a month, they would need to save every penny for 21 years to afford just this one piece."

"Kim, you guys really are loaded."

Rosemary watched them silently. "Enough chatter. Apologize."

"Are you deaf? Do you even know who Kim is? Can you even handle her apology?"

"People who can afford Evarose’s work aren’t just your average folk. I advise you to back off."

"At the end of the day, Kim’s shoulder hurts too! And she’s not asking you to apologize."

At that point, Mya, who had finished packing, stormed over, irate. "You guys are so shameless! What your family collects has nothing to do with you apologizing. You bumped into her, and you should apologize. If not, I’ll report you to Summerfield College for misconduct."

"And what’s more, you said you have a piece by Evarose. I’m a fan of hers, and that calligraphy is not how Evarose writes. That piece you’re showing off is not real! I don’t know why you’re boasting about a fake piece and acting so smug about it."

Rosemary looked at Mya, surprised. She could tell the difference.

Rosemary had known from the start that Kim’s ’Crane’ was a fake, but she couldn’t be bothered to expose her.

But she didn’t expect Mya, a die-hard fan, to be the one to step up.

"You think just because you’ve seen a few pieces of Evarose’s work online, you can accuse me of having a fake? That piece was bought by my mother from a very good friend of hers — a gift from Evarose to my aunt, whom you surely know. Her name is Mrs. Elvira."

Upon hearing that, many were taken aback.

"So it’s the famous director, Elvira."

"Your mom’s friend is really something — a big-time film director."

"Elvira would never sell a fake piece to Lynn’s mom."

Mya retorted indignantly, "Evarose’s brushwork is strong and free, encompassing the vastness of the universe — like a frosty forest without leaves, like a waterfall soaring into the sky. And that piece you have clearly lacks the essence of her style."

Lynn was somewhat angered by this. "You talk as if you’ve seen his original work. If you can’t provide evidence today, I’ll sue you for defamation."

"Even though I haven’t seen his original work, I can assure you that is not Evarose’s handwriting. We can send it for authentication if you don’t believe me!" Mya was quite familiar with Evarose’s calligraphy style. Such handwriting could never come from Evarose’s brush.

Evarose’s brushwork was majestic — like a warrior unsheathing his sword or a dragon and serpent in flight.

"Lynn, there’s no need to be angry with her. We believe this calligraphy looks pretty authentic — not like a fake at all!"

"Can a fake reach that level?"

"Some people think that after seeing a few of Evarose’s works, they can discern the real from the fake. They just end up looking like a joke."

"This piece was given by Evarose to a respected elder. That elder was not Livia."

Rosemary’s words shocked everyone. How did she know?

Was she just bluffing?

Just then, a cheerful elder walked toward them.

"What are you all discussing?"

Everyone looked toward the voice and quickly greeted, "President Charles."

Charles was the principal of Summerfield College. Upon learning that Rosemary brought her team to his school for a competition, he wanted to chat with her and have a cup of tea. But he was told by one of his professors that Rosemary was preparing to leave.

He rushed backstage and luckily found her still there.

"President Charles, you’ve come at the right time. With your vast knowledge and experience, you must know Evarose’s work. These two students insist that my family’s collected work is fake. Please judge for us," Lynn said, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

Rosemary and Mya were both speechless. It was clearly a fake, yet she considered it a treasure.

"President Charles, you may not know, but that piece was sold to Lynn’s family by the famous director, Livia. But our top scorer here insists that the piece was given by Evarose to a respected elder, and that elder wasn’t Livia." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Some people just can’t stand others having good things, so they have to say something negative."

"Exactly!"

Mya stomped her foot, anxiously saying, "It’s not like that, President Charles. They bumped into Rosemary without apologizing and then flaunted their ’Evarose’ piece. Evarose’s brushwork is powerful. It’s not at all like what they have. Don’t believe me? Take a look—"

"No need," President Charles said gently. "There’s nothing worth seeing."

Mya’s heart skipped a beat. Was President Charles going to favor his own students?

Upon hearing this, Lynn and the other girls seemed to gain confidence, their expressions becoming more arrogant.