NovelEnglishThe noblewomen began a wave of discussion again. Their eyes were all overflowed with disgust and hatred.
Mary Sullivan's attitude and behaviour had triggered Xyla Quest. Xyla had the urge to slap her to the ground so hard that she could not even get up.
However, Xyla managed to hold back. She gazed at Mary coldly and took out the invitation card from her bag quietly.
Mary was shocked momentarily.
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNone of them thought that Xyla would receive an invitation card.
Mary felt like she was being slapped by Xyla right on her face. How did Xyla get the invitation card? She had spent so much effort to get such a precious and rare invitation card. How could Xyla have it? Then, what was she doing just now? Was she dumb? "I thought you said that she doesn't have an invitation? How cshe has it?" "Why is this girl spreading rumors? Guess what she has said all this while can't be trusted either, can it?" "So she's insulting Xyla just because she has a chip on her shoulder? What an eye-opener..." Suddenly, the situation made a sharp turn.
The subject of discussion had directly shifted from Xyla to Mary.
Mary really hoped that she was invisible at the instance.
She clenched her teeth and glared at Xyla viciously. "This is fake, right? Even if it's true, it doesn't prove that you're not here for gold-digging. What do you know about antiques? What else would an amateur like you cto an occasion like this, if it's not for this?" As far as she was concerned, Xyla knew nothing about antiques.
Xyla frowned indifferently. She raised her eyes with a straight face, and the corner of her lips curved up gently. "Well I'm sorry, I really do admire antiques. What about you? Do you know anything about them?" Mary was speechless.
She...
To be honest, she really did not know anything about antiques. She somewhat regretted that she had asked Xyla that question.
However, she could not admit it...
"Of course I do," Mary answered under the gun. Her face was full of determination and her hands hanging at the sides of her body clenched tightly into fists. "Oh... really? There's something I would like you to remind me... Does Tang Bohu like to indicate the year of his artworks when he paints?" Xyla asked.
She knew Mary very well. She was brainless yet uneducated. She was totally ignorant about this field.
"Of course he does! What kind of artist doesn't indicate the year of his artworks?" Mary replied with confidence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe onlookers surrounding them laughed out loud instantly upon hearing her answer.
A nice smirk blossomed on Xyla's face once again. Her expression was warmer than the spring breeze under the streetlamp.
Xyla was standing next to the hostile Mary. However, the differences between their inner quality as well as their self-cultivation were rather obvious.
Mary was ashamed of the laughter around her. "What... What are you guys laughing at?"
"Well Tang Bohu this person right, he rarely indicated the year on his artworks. Where'd you get the nerve to say that you know about antiques EM.
when you can't even get this right? So, tellagain, what's his masterpiece?" Xyla could not hold back her laughter anymore. "..." Mary failed to cup with an answer.
"Lettell you. His masterpieces include 'The Solitary Duck in the Setting Sun', 'Thatched Cottage lin Apricot Blossoms, Companion to the Spring Mountain', 'Autumn Breeze and the Silk Fan' and 'The Poetry of Tang Bohu'. "Xyla Quest did not turn a hair and her tone remained calm. "What the heck does she know about antiques?"
"Xyla really knows something, though, look at her naming all those artworks, I think this girl is the real gold digger. Xyla doesn't look like it at all..."
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