After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 66

Other people couldn't help but prick up their ears. Wow, if they ever had any doubts about Franklin's

being abused by his wife before, now they were all cleared.

After all, it had been confirmed by Master Brayden in person! Moreover, the listeners were also curious

about what kind of woman Mrs. Maskelyne was to beat up Franklin.

Then some pieces of jewelry and antique calligraphy were sold, all at astronomical prices.

Tiffany sized Sylvia up occasionally, waiting to see what she was putting up.

Just then, the emcee paused for a second before saying, "The next item we are seeing is from Miss

Andrews. It's a painting titled One Hundred Birds."

"One Hundred Birds?"

"Master Keturah is famous for painting birds and One Hundred Birds is among the ones with which he

made his name. Can this be Master Keturah's work?"

A man who was a worthy painting collector was surprised.

"How's that possible? How can Sylvia own Master Keturah's painting?"

"Tell me about it! It's said that Master Keturah draws amazing pictures with his left hand and plays great

piano music with the right one! He draws with his left hand! Left hand! Ordinary people can't even draw

well using their right hands, let alone left hands."

"So is Master Keturah a left-hander?"

"But he plays piano with his right hand!"

There followed a heated discussion.

All those trophy female partners that came with the super-rich men were eye candy, so they didn't have

to bring anything for the auction.

Unlike them, Sylvia was not someone who would attend such an event with empty hands so she

brought a well-selected piece.

Then Sylvia got up from her seat and walked toward the stage.

After a look at the pretty woman's back, Paul lifted the corner of his mouth. "Mr. Mertens, is Miss

Andrews your girlfriend?"

Logan felt really proud to hear that. "I'm so flattered. She is just the woman I adore."

"I happen to adore her too." Paul lowered his eyes smilingly. "What about a fair competition?"

Logan's face turned grim. He would never have the nerve to make that move because it would make

him end up being a dead man.

He gave Paul a pitying look and said, "Then good luck, Master Paul."

Paul frowned, confused by his words.

That just didn't sound serious. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Meanwhile, Sylvia had come up on the stage, with all the eyes on her.

It was not until then that Clark was stunned by the look of the woman he had despised.

She was so stunning and eye-catching.

This woman afforded to feel superior.

She had more than beauty; she had connections too.

Among them, Master Keturah was the best one.

It suddenly hit him why this woman was always surrounded by those super-rich men.

The woman deserved that!

Sylvia glanced at the emcee. "You are not done with the introduction yet."

It was the first time the emcee had ever seen a woman that pretty.

He came to himself and continued, "This is a famous painting by Master Keturah, whose works are

much in demand but priceless, so the opening bid is ten million dollars!"

The bidders felt silent.

It was Master Keturah's painting after all!

Her works were known to be like gold dust!

Tiffany stood up in disbelief, screeching, "That's impossible!"

The painting she brought were sold for five hundred thousand dollars, which was a trending topic on

Twitter at the moment.

It was all over the news.

She had expected to steal the spotlight.

After all, what those debutantes brought was nothing more than some jewelry, which was no contest

against her painting!

But a painting of Master Keturah just came out of nowhere! How was it possible for an other-worldly

master like her to give up her work to Sylvia for auction?

"Where did you get that painting?" Tiffany questioned Sylvia furiously.

"Master Keturah gave it to me," said Sylvia without giving Tiffany even one look, "Why? Because she

needs your approval to give away her painting?"

Tiffany swallowed with a defeated look.

She couldn't help but look at that painting.

It was well known that Master Keturah's paintings were not for sale, and were only given to the

destined people. That was why they were priceless.

Brayden was shocked too. "How interesting. Mom has more than two paintings by Master Keturah at

home, and they were all given by her to my mom... Does it mean that my mom is gonna be rich? The

starting price itself is ten million dollars..."

He didn't know anything about art, so he was surprised to know how wealthy those rich people were in

that coterie.

Franklin felt something wrong with the whole thing.

He had never known Sylvia to know Master Keturah.

Rumor had it that Keturah Brown was a striking beauty and an eccentric. Others said she was so ugly

that she was always seen wearing a mask.

But...her talent was world famous. Her achievement in piano playing and her gift for painting, especially

that she drew with her left hand and played music with her right, had had no parallel before and never

would have.

She was arguably a remarkable talent of many ages.

So Brayden was a little carried away. "My mom is just so lucky to be friends with Master Keturah..."

The emcee almost ran out of his vocabulary to describe the item. "This painting...! A consummate and

magnificent depiction by Master Keturah!"

The awe-inspiring item was three meters in length.

Even people who knew nothing about art would be inspired by the power of the master!

"This painting had an elaborate design and Master Keturah knew that I was coming to the charity

auction, so she gave it to me. The real meaning of the painting is the prosperity of the people and that

the president is leading the people of H Rovirsa to thrive and to a happy life."

Sylvia, appearing composed, continued her speech on the stage, "Helping charity is a common and

inspiring thing. As an average person, Master Keturah also wants to make her contribution to charity.

And I just happen to know her."

The message she was conveying was – "Master Keturah even gives such a valuable work of art to

raise money for charity; everyone present should bid for it positively."

Clark's eyes were riveted on her.

The woman stood tall in an elegant and lofty manner.

Sylvia went back to her seat and said to Logan, "You make a bid."

Logan swallowed and asked, "How much?"

"You decide." Sylvia yawned gracefully, feeling such kind of event was so boring.

Paul soon turned to her complaisantly and said, "What do you say I raise the bid?"

He was not going to let Logan take all the attention, so he had to push himself forward too.

"Whatever," Sylvia gave him the same response.

"15 million dollars," said a man in a brisk voice.

The two men were shocked and they both looked at Franklin.

For god's sake, they couldn't believe that a married man was trying to upstage two single men!

Paul was fuming as he thought that Franklin not only made trouble for him over everything but tried to

steal the woman he liked.

What made Paul more furious was that Franklin, "the jerk", made the stock price of Kennedy Group

drop by three percent just because Romeo had hit James.

He fought back his rage and went against Franklin right away, "16 million dollars."

Franklin turned around and glimpsed at Sylvia, implying by the eye – "Did I do a good job?"

Sylvia was wordless

Could he be more juvenile?