Chapter 227 Wearing Matching Couple Outfits
The global art chart was a prestigious list mutually compiled by domestic and international organizations. Around two thousand auction houses and over seven hundred thousand artists participated. Every year, the artists contending for a place on the list would submit three pieces to be auctioned. Ultimately, the fifty spots on the list would be determined by the total amount of money their works in public auctions brought in.
And 'Luna' had been the top seller for ten consecutive years, reigning supreme at number one on the global art chart.
Emma's eyes sparkled with excitement as she talked about Luna. She pictured Luna as an exceptionally remarkable, handsome, and well-groomed individual. Luna's identity was so mysterious that the public didn't even know if Luna was a man or a woman. All communications and deliveries were done through intermediaries.
Luann Weaver cleared her throat. "I don't know much about this painting business."
"But my friend also likes Luna's work a lot; probably they're imitating their style?" Luann suggested.
Emma thought that made sense. Luna had fans all over the world; anyone who was anyone in the art world knew of Luna's legendary status.
"I was hoping you knew Luna!" Emma exclaimed. "You have no idea; our professor also made it onto the list once."
"Hehe, but it was the fiftieth spot, the very last one."
"But he's still amazing!"
He said his favorite is Luna, every piece that Luna released, he'd buy it! Luann Weaver clutched Myron Curtis’s arm, mumbling, "Well, Emma, I'm going to say hi to Grandpa first."
Continuing the conversation, Luann Weaver felt like her cover was about to be blown by this girl.
"Oh? Okay!"
Emma watched wistfully as Luann Weaver walked away.
"Oh well, it's no use. She's not from our world, probably wouldn't understand a word I'm saying anyway."
Once farther away, Luann Weaver breathed a sigh of relief.
Beside her, Myron Curtis looked on with a keen gaze.
"Darling."
"Ah?" A shiver ran through Luann Weaver.
This is bad.
Myron Curtis had listened to everything and observed her response. Being naive and somewhat unaware, Emma wouldn't pick up on any signs. But for Myron Curtis, it was a different situation.
"I was just thinking seriously if you break down the character for 'evening,' the right side is 'Luna,' right?"
Luann Weaver stammered, "You're making things up. There's no basis for that…"
Myron Curtis stroked his chin thoughtfully, "But I've seen an easel at home, even though you never painted."
Luann Weaver grew more nervous, "What about the easel? It's normal for a designer to have one…"
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Myron Curtis didn't pursue it further.
Yet, looking at Luann Weaver, he understood.
His wife was definitely that Luna.
After realizing Luann Weaver had ties with Lancaster Corporation, Myron Curtis wasn’t too shocked by her new facade.
However, he couldn't help but be amazed.
How does Luann Weaver fit so much in that clever head of hers?
And excel in every field, at that?
Luann Weaver relaxed, thinking she had dodged a bullet when Myron Curtis didn't ask further.
After greeting Vito Curtis, they sat down to enjoy some desserts.
"Wow, getting here so early."
Luann Weaver and Myron Curtis both turned around.
In the next second, all three were stunned.
The newcomer was Eddy, his usual suave self, but today he wore an eye-catching light pink suit that matched Luann Weaver's dress perfectly, even down to the pastel hue.
At first glance, they looked like they were dressed in matching couples' attire...
Eddy's eyes gleamed with a teasing glint as he stroked his chin, sizing up Luann Weaver's outfit.
"Well, what a coincidence," he remarked.
The mood in Myron Curtis' eyes was dark as ink, and it seemed as if a sandstorm was gathering, ready to blow Eddy away at any moment.
"Luann, come over here, stand by me, don't stand next to the freak," Eddy said with intentional mockery.
Luann Weaver, nibbling on a piece of cake, paid him no mind.
"Where's Holly?"
Eddy shrugged. "She said she doesn't like to attend these kinds of parties, so she didn't come. She's holed up at home playing video games."
Luann Weaver raised an eyebrow and asked, "Then why did you come?"
"Eh, my dad forced me to," he replied.
"Oh?" Luann Weaver displayed a face full of surprise. "Isn't your dad afraid that you and Alvin Curtis might run into each other and reignite old flames?"
Eddy's smile twitched, and he gritted his teeth. "Luann Weaver, if it weren't for your husband watching out for you, I'd seriously want to strangle you."
Luann Weaver shook her head slightly, acting a bit playful. Her gaze shifted, and she noticed a familiar figure.
"Miss Ann's here."
Eddy stiffened, not daring to turn his head.
"Don't look at her, don't look at her, or she'll come over," he warned.
Luann Weaver spoke in a haunting tone, "I already made eye contact with her, but don’t flatter yourself; Miss Ann didn't come over. She just nodded at me and walked away."
Eddy let out a sigh of relief.
"That scared the daylights out of me, almost wet my pants."
"I can’t handle this; I need to use the restroom."
Myron Curtis followed.
"I'll come with you."
Eddy, puzzled, said, "What's the deal? Going to the restroom holding hands, like girls do?"
Myron Curtis looked at Eddy with icy eyes, the look in his pupils sharp as knives.
Eddy backed down, "Alright, let's go…"
Inside the restroom, Eddy felt a headache coming on.
"Myron, can you turn around, please?" he asked. "With you staring at me like that, I just... can't go."
But Myron's gaze was unyielding, like ice, utterly undisturbed.
Eddy felt a chill creeping up his spine, his scalp tingling.
"What are you trying to do?" he demanded.
Myron Curtis spoke in a chilling, deliberate tone. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes."
Eddy quickly crossed his arms, hugging his shoulders in a defensive posture.
"Wha-what are you doing?" his face was full of panic, like a frightened man of the house.
"I'm warning you, don't you dare mess around, or I'll call for help!"
Myron Curtis moved to take action.
Eddy let out a miserable shriek, "Ah! Why are all of you Curtises like this? One's in drag, and another is trying to execute me on the spot!"
Myron Curtis felt his scalp tingle from the noise.
Just then, someone walked in, saw Myron pinning Eddy against the corner of the wall, and quietly backed out.
"Sorry, Mr. Myron, Eddy, you guys carry on..."
Myron Curtis's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pan!
Eddy cried out, stretching his hands forward, "Help, save me, please..."
The considerate man shut the door and even placed a sign outside.
"Restroom Temporarily Out of Order."
Myron gazed at Eddy, who was struggling ceaselessly, grabbed him firmly, and stripped off his pink suit jacket in a few quick motions.
Just when Eddy thought his chastity was at risk, he saw Myron toss his jacket into the trash can.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"
"You're getting rough, but what kind of skill is it to throw my clothes away?"
