Everyone turned their attention to the third-floor VIP box, as Treasure Hall had never sold fakes before.
If Zoey's words were true, Treasure Hall’s reputation would be in ruins after tonight.
Zoey’s tone was firm, “Of course!”
She looked at Russell, “I’ll be right back.”
Russell nodded, “Okay.”
Zoey exited the box, took the elevator downstairs, and walked to the stage under everyone's gaze.
The head of the hall scrutinized Zoey, “Little lady, are you the one saying these two paintings are fakes?”
“Yes,” Zoey pointed to the paintings and said, “The large, dark green lotus leaves and the thin, twisting lotus stems seem well-drawn at first glance, but if you look closely, the stems are stiff and not flexible enough. The reed grass isn’t vivid enough either. The c……
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