Finding Out The Billionaire

Finding Out The Billionaire Chapter 62



Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Tearing Up One Million

They would never be able to accept the fact that Alex could afford such a prestigious artwork that costs so much.

That good-for-nothing loser probably bought a cheap knockoff from a flea market.

They were not the only ones who had that kind of thoughts as many of the guests came to the same conclusion as well.

“Hmph, don’t be too cocky. You just got lucky and managed to pick up a treasure from a random store. You can’t have spent hundreds of thousands on it.” Harper snorted.

Many nodded their heads in agreement. They all agreed that Alex merely got lucky and managed to spend a few hundred on something that was worth a few hundred thousand.

Even Heather and Carmen quietly nodded.

What Harper said made sense and it was more believable.

Otherwise, there was no other explanation as to where Alex got the money from.

“Alex, what is there to ponder about? Mr. Weston is offering a million, you should sell it to him!” Seeing how unresponsive Alex was, Carmen wanted to scold him. Who would be dumb enough to reject such a good offer?

“She’s right, Alex. You can sell the painting and use the money to buy a car instead,” Lucas urged.

Heather opened her mouth but did not speak.

With her son in her arms, she looked at Alex in silence.

She secretly hoped for him to sell the painting too.

With an extra million in their pockets, their family would not have to struggle to make ends meet anymore.

“Mr. Weston, you should be offering that deal to me instead. After all, that painting is mine.” Demi was upset that Michael had approached Alex instead of her.

The painting was her birthday gift from Alex, so that question should be directed to her instead of him. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

After everyone heard what she said, their first thought was that she was being unreasonable. However, they kept their faces straight.

It was true that Alex did give her the painting, but Demi had thrown it onto the ground and dismissed it as a knockoff. Not to mention she utterly humiliated him as well.

It wasn’t until Michael had confirmed its authenticity and was willing to pay a million for it that Demi decided to claimed it as hers.

Such a shameless old woman!

Carmen and Heather’s expression changed, and they grew uneasy.

Can Demi be any more shameless?

Although displeasure was clearly written on their faces, they dare not rebuke.

They had been living under Demi’s control for as long as they could remember and would never dare to speak ill of her.

“That’s right, Mr. Weston. You should’ve directed your question to my Granny since the present was for her,” Jacob hurriedly added.

Upon hearing that, everyone present thought that the Jenningses were but a bunch of thick-skinned fools.

Seeing that Alex did not reply, Michael turned his attention to Demi. He was just about to speak when Alex took the painting back from him.

“Mr. Weston, my apologies, but I will not be selling this painting.” Alex shook his head.

Is he stupid? Why would he not sell it for a million?

Carmen was about to go crazy.

“You’ve done the right thing, my dear grandson-in-law. Now, hurry and bring the painting to me so that I can have a closer look at the original painting done by Eric Clifforde.” Upon hearing Alex’s words, Demi heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

What she didn’t expect however, was for Alex to turned around and glare at her with a mocking look.

“Granny, didn’t you expect this painting to be fake? Since it’s fake, I shall tear it up lest you get embarrassed by it.”

With that, he tore the painting into two. Next, he folded it in half and repeated the same motion until it was torn to pieces. With a wave of his hand, he threw the pieces up into the air, and suddenly, the hall looked as if it had experienced a snowfall.

As the scraps of paper that were once a million worth of painting flew in the air, everyone present could only gawp in shock.


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