Victor shook off Charlotte's hand. "Don't play the poor card with me. Just tell me right now whether you are paying or not.
"If you are, then accept the responsibility, and we will proceed with the appraisal process. If not, I'll call the police immediately."
Charlotte lost all composure when she heard him. There was no way she could afford to pay the compensation, but if she didn't, she might end up in jail.
Not only had she been deceived by Lucas, but she also had to run into such a difficult situation. She was indeed rather pitiful that night.
As the crowd in the hallway grew, with some even secretly taking photos, I couldn't bear seeing her in such a situation anymore, no matter how much I disliked her. As such, I stepped forward.
"Sir, this painting looks like a reproduction to me."
Victor was stunned for a moment when he saw me. He then asked in surprise, "What do you mean? Are… Are they your friends?"
I gave a nod. "Yeah. They are my friends."
Victor immediately understood what I was trying to do. His stern, cold expression transformed into a warm smile.
"Oh, well, I guess I can't keep up with the lie anymore. I can't believe you could tell. Ha ha. This is indeed a reproduction, so there's no need to compensate us for it.
"Brenda, clean this up quickly. We don't want Mr. White… I mean, we don't want anyone stepping on the glass!"
"Yes, sir."
With that, Victor walked away with his hands behind his back.
The rest of the people in the hallway were utterly dumbfounded. "A reproduction?"
"Damn. That guy almost scammed her out of three million!"
"What the heck? That poor girl cried her heart out, yet it turned out to be a reproduction. She begged for nothing!"
The people in the hallway looked at Charlotte with pity. Charlotte was on her knees momentarily in shock before grabbing Isabelle's hand to help herself up.
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