Chapter 1123: 514 Legend_1 Chapter 1123: 514 Legend_1 The auctioneer looked at the young lady slowly approaching, feeling a strong visual impact.
“A dragon finds water, and a tiger runs to the mountain.
Your interpretation is quite novel, Miss.
However, the five tigers in the painting are strong and weak.
How would you interpret this?”
Aubree ascended the stage.
Under the lights, her white skirt swayed elegantly, her waist soft, indescribably stunning.
She examined the five distinctive tigers in the painting and said lightly, “We all know the saying, ‘It’s easy to paint a dragon or a tiger, but hard to paint their bones.’ Do you know the next line?”
Nana imdiately responded, “To know others is to know their appearance, not their heart.”
Everyone was unsure why Aubree suddenly brought up this saying, but they saw her slender finger pointing at the most ferocious and cruel tiger in the painting.
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It was huge, occupying a third of the painting, and its eyes were especially conspicuous.
“Mr.
Cook, please look here.”
Cello Cook took a step forward and looked closely.
He couldn’t help but open his eyes wide, taking a deep breath.
Cello Cook, high-ranking and influential, was usually stoic.
Everyone was surprised to see him so uncharacteristically emotional, the shock surpassed even that of the painting.
He exclaid, “I see.”
Georgia Kiley stepped forward to take a look, giving Aubree a smile.
“Master’s work always surprises people with its unexpectedness.
But your keen insight is a testant to your intelligence.
If Master were still here, he would certainly like you.”
This high praise made everyone’s hearts race with anticipation, wondering what was the mystery of the painting.
Anton Cook leaned over to take a quick look and couldn’t help but exclaim, “So this painting conceals a mystery, Aubree, you’re incredibly clever.”
Because of Cello Cook’s and Georgia Kiley’s presence, people were hesitant to act.
Yet, they were restless inside.
The auctioneer looked at Aubree in astonishnt.
With Georgia Kiley’s word, the conclusion was settled.
“Miss, your insight has solved this painting’s puzzle.
May I know your na?”
Just now, Anton Cook called her Aubree, it seed sowhat familiar.
The young lady took a step back, away from the crowd.
“My na is Aubree, from Pethkids.”
There were many people present who knew Aubree.
Even those who did not know her now had a deep impression of her.
The auctioneer nodded, “Ms.
Aubree, please wait a mont.”
Next, he took the painting around for everyone to inspect, resolving their doubts.
Charlotte Aria looked impatiently, only to find that there was a world within the tiger’s eyes: a brutal and rciless scene of a man throttling a baby in one eye; and in the other, a mother tiger nursing her cub, demonstrating unmistakable maternal love.
If one didn’t look closely, it would be impossible to discover.
The cleverest part of this painting was this extrely contrasting scene.
The ferocious tiger had a tender side.
The seemingly benevolent man was actually a ruthless executioner.
What a fitting proverb, “you know a person’s face, not their heart.”
Catherine Liam looked for a long ti but ultimately saw nothing.
She grumbled, “It’s all smoke and mirrors.”
Everyone, now understanding the mystery of the painting, couldn’t help but see Aubree in a new light.
From such a distance, even with binoculars, it would be impossible to see so clearly.
Either Aubree had seen this painting before, or she just noticed it, either way, such perceptiveness was terrifying.
Stella White glanced over, pursed her lips secretly, “Has Ms.
Aubree ever seen this painting before?
Otherwise, how could she discover the mystery that Mr.
Cook overlooked?”
She looked at Aubree in the distance, who was not about to steal all the lilight.
Aubree had stolen Cello Cook’s heart, and if she wanted to step into the Cook family, she must think again.
There would be no place for her in Lostswa’s circle.
Anton Cook frowned and glanced at Stella White.
What was she playing at?
Every word was a trap set for Aubree.
Before he could say anything, Aubree responded, “The realm of Master Katana wouldn’t allow us to understand it so easily.
Mr.
Cook is correct in his statent.
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