Chapter 952 Ms. Devereux, Are You Being Kept? Buying a Ten Million Dollar Painting?
Brady had something special planned for her at the gallery, but he was keeping it under wraps for now.
She'd have to go and see for herself.
Seeing the mysterious look on his face, Violet decided not to push him and just enjoy the surprise he had in store.
This gallery was one of the swankiest places in town.
As Violet walked in, she was blown away by the collection of famous paintings. Could this small town really be hiding such treasures?
Could they really have so many world-renowned paintings?
She wasn't sure if they were originals or replicas, but the gallery's layout was incredibly refined.
And the security was top-notch.
Every corner of the gallery had a burly, armed guard stationed.
This made Violet seriously consider that the paintings might actually be genuine.
But she still couldn't wrap her head around how such a small place could acquire so many paintings.
"Sweetheart, these paintings can't be real, right?" Violet asked as she stood in front of one.
"What do you think?" Brady replied with a smile.
Violet raised an eyebrow, "They can't really be real, can they?"
Brady smiled indulgently, "They are."
Violet was shocked, "This small town? How could it have so many genuine pieces?"
"Because it has connections," Brady said, patting her on the head. "Many of these paintings can be legally traded; you don't always have to go to an auction house."
"So pick one you like, and I'll get it for you."
Violet was stunned again, her eyes wide as she looked at Brady, "You want to buy one for me?"
"Yes."
"These paintings are very expensive," she said, knowing they could cost tens of thousands of dollars.
"If they weren't expensive, why would I buy them for you?" Brady said, his tone dripping with extravagance.
Violet was speechless.
After a moment, she smiled, "Alright, if it's my sweetheart's money, I won't hold back."
"Go ahead, don't hold back," Brady encouraged. "By the way, you go ahead and pick one. I need to catch up with some friends here."
"Okay, you go ahead," Violet said, eager to spend his money and not concerned about his whereabouts.
She turned around and began enthusiastically browsing the gallery.
After making a round, she finally stopped in front of a landscape oil painting by a master from the Renaissance period.
She examined it closely from all angles.
Very satisfied.
The gallery staff accompanying her noticed she seemed interested in buying it and eagerly began explaining the painting's history and the fascinating story behind it.
Finally, they quoted the price: $10 million.
No discounts.
"So, would you like to buy it?" the staff member asked tentatively after stating the price.
Of course, Violet wanted to buy it. She was spending her sweetheart's money and had no intention of holding back. She wanted to spend until she was completely satisfied, so she easily said, "I'll take it."
Just as she finished speaking, a somewhat sultry voice came from behind her, "This painting is nice. I'll buy it."
Violet and the staff member turned around simultaneously.
It was a stylishly dressed, glamorous woman, though her beauty was clearly the result of cosmetic surgery.
While her face was beautiful, it had a plastic-like quality to it.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but she has already decided to buy this painting," the staff member said respectfully after sizing up the sultry woman.
The gallery had a rule: the first to offer the price gets the painting.
"I'll pay double," the sultry woman said dismissively.
As soon as she spoke, Violet took a closer look at her face and then said, "Are you Willow Reed?"
If she wasn't mistaken, this woman should be a high school classmate of hers.
But Willow had undergone so much plastic surgery that Violet had to look very carefully to recognize her.
When Willow heard Violet call her name, she was initially stunned. Then she finally recognized Violet, the most beautiful girl from their high school, and immediately sneered with disdain, "Ms. Devereux, are you being kept by someone? How can you afford a $10 million painting?"
Violet had been known as the poor, fake socialite at their private high school, both unloved and unappreciated.
The term "fake socialite" didn't mean her identity was fake, but rather that she had no status in the Devereux family, which barely provided her with any allowance.
She received $1,000 a month, which made her seem like a pauper in a private school where the other socialites and wealthy kids had $100,000 a month in pocket money.
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