NOVPUBChapter 1124: 514 Legend_2 Chapter 1124: 514 Legend_2 The young lady opposite him was neither fawning nor arrogant, as if the person in front of her was not Mr.
Cook, but an acquaintance who was on par with her.
“Mr.
Cook, your reputation precedes you.
I have long heard of your magnanimity, and indeed you live up to your name.”
Cello Cook burst into laughter, seemingly in quite a good mood.
Everyone was surprised that he wasn’t angry.
It seemed he even appreciated Ms.
...
Aubree?
It was unexpected, but then again, upon reflection, it made sense.
After all, what kind of person was Mr.
Cook?
How could he possibly bicker with a young lady?
It wouldn’t befit his dignity.
However, after this, Ms.
Aubree wouldn’t stand a chance among the social circles of Lostswa.
The auctioneer carefully shifted his gaze between the two, then astutely brought the painting over to Ms.
Aubree.
“Ms.
Aubree, please accept this.”
“Dare she take it?” Stella White sneered.
Brenda Lopez curved her lips, “Why wouldn’t she?”
“Sister-in-law, she actually dared to compete with Mr.
Cook.
She is incredibly audacious.”
Brenda Lopez shot her a glance, a glance that seemed to see right through all of Stella’s scheming.
Stella felt a chill run through her: “Sister-in-law~”
“Look at her, not only did she accept, she did so with justice on her side.
Not everyone possesses such a frame of mind.”
Even if Brenda Lopez didn’t like Ms.
Aubree, she had to admit, compared to her, the so-called ladies of Lostswa were incomparable.
Even Charlotte Aria, who had just taken center stage, lost her allure compared to this young lady.
Glancing over, Stella saw that Ms.
Aubree indeed accepted it.
Without a second thought, she stood up and said: “According to the auction house rules, you must leave an item of value.
As Charlotte just rightly said, if you don’t have the financial capacity, the treasures you bring out are merely akin to offering second-hand goods to the Buddha.
Why don’t you follow in Charlotte’s footsteps and leave a piece of calligraphy?
If one day, you become famous, this auction house will be deemed to have struck gold.”
What did she mean by ‘following in someone’s footsteps’?
The phrasing wasn’t graceful at all.
Georgia Kiley frowned at Stella White.
“Ms.
White, perhaps you’d like to leave a piece of your calligraphy?”
Stella’s face changed slightly, and she quickly said, “Master Kiley is joking.
How could my writing be worthy of such high regard?”
“So, you do know yourself then,” Georgia Kiley smirked.
Stella forced a smile: “Compared to Ms.
Aubree, of course my writing would not be worthy of high regard.
Ms.
Aubree is academically gifted, incredibly smart, so how could a piece of writing possibly stump her?”
The auctioneer was merely flattering the Arias by praising Charlotte Aria.
The auction house didn’t lack for famous calligraphy pieces.
One was fresh and unique, but another was merely mimicking.
Having picked up the Green Water Pearl for a steal, they wondered if they could score another such bargain.
Everyone present was smart.
They could see through Stella’s intentions—she hoped to publicly humiliate Ms.
Aubree.
Charlotte Aria was personally educated by Madam Aria from a young age, proficient in the arts of music, chess, literature and painting.
She was a renowned prodigy in Lostswa.
Her Yan body calligraphy was masterful, incomparable among people of the same age.
What could Ms.
Aubree present that could match Charlotte Aria?
She’s merely trying to imitate and subjecting herself to humiliation.
The auctioneer turned to Ms.
Aubree, “What do you think, Miss?”
Ms.
Aubree smiled and nodded, “Then I will have to trouble you.”
Stella’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
She quickly glanced at Charlotte Aria: this was what she had brought upon herself.
Georgia Kiley and Cello Cook sat back down, while Anton Cook shot Ms.
Aubree a deep, encouraging glance.
The staff quickly brought up a large writing desk with ink and paper set up.
The ink in the inkstone was already ground.
Catherine Liam patted the back of Charlotte’s hand, “Charlotte, your calligraphy is passed on from your grandmother herself and is unmatched among those of your age.
What can this girl possibly present to compete with you?”
Charlotte Aria was not worried at all.
Ms.
Aubree had grown up in the remote mountains, where conditions were hard and there was no conducive environment to practice calligraphy.
Without any renowned support, she surely posed no threat.
Nana Breezent rolled her eyes in silence upon hearing Catherine’s words.
She had to admit that Charlotte was talented, but using this to belittle Ms.
Aubree was too narrow-minded.
This was a disgrace to the family reputation of the Arias.
“Mother, please do not say such things. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Remember, there could always be someone better out there.”
Nana nodded in satisfaction.
This girl had a good nature and hadn’t been led astray by her mother.
Ms.
Aubree rolled up her sleeves, spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush, concentrated her mind, and began to write effortlessly.
Everyone watched as the young lady, in her magnificent white attire, stepped onto the stage.
Her black hair loosely fell over her shoulders, setting off her thin, pale face even more.
Her expression was calm and collected and her delicate hand held the brush like an artist possessed; her strokes were fluid and completed in one breath.
