How Death Became My Rebirth

Lydia widened her eyes and looked at Cassandra in disbelief.

Maximilian also stared at Cassandra as if he was looking at a monster.

Kayden was even more shocked. Since he knew about Cassandra’s many identities, although he had been used to it, he was still very surprised!

He just wanted to know if there was anything else Cassandra couldn’t do!

Comparisons were odious.

People like them could be called the favored son of God, but they couldn’t find any. adjectives to describe Cassandra.

Evelyn’s face was very gloomy. She couldn’t believe it. “Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You must be lying to me! How could the painting I spent 60 million. dollars on be fake?!”

“And you!” Evelyn pointed at Vanessa in the video and said. “You just said you are Mr. Gale Maguire’s curator of works, right? I now suspect that you are a fake!”

Evelyn had been mad. She couldn’t accept it at all! Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Vanessa suddenly felt that Evelyn looked familiar. “Oh… I remember. Her name ist Evelyn White, right? She’s the daughter of the White Group.” Vanessa said to Cassandra. “She harassed me for a long time and wanted your Spring, but I didn’t sell it. It had always been here. Didn’t you just ask me for it the day before yesterday?!”

Vanessa’s words irritated Evelyn completely. She contacted Vanessa to buy a painting, but she finally found Mr. Gale Maguire himself, which was a surprise for

her.

Evelyn thought, ‘What does she mean? Is she saying that the painting I bought is

fake?

‘How could that be possible?‘

“Okay, I got it. I’ve already given this painting away,” Cassandra said in a cold voice. and she thought, “This girl always has too many words to say!‘

Vanessa suddenly noticed something and said, “Oh, I think I saw the president of

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the Art Association. Let him tell you if it’s true or not. The more Vanessa thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. She said, “No, you have a golden–edged signature. Just flash an ultraviolet light on the painting.”

Cassandra was speechless.

She thought, “Thank you so much for reminding me!”

“OK! I see!” said she.

“Yes, I remember. Every painting of Mr. Gale Maguire has a golden–edged signature, which is easy to recognize. Oh, you can see if there is a signature!”

“Yeah, I remember there was a private collection exhibition before. Someone showed it. Just have a look.”

“But I guess Cassandra’s is the real one. After all, Ms. Smith has proved that she is Mr. Gale Maguire. Even if this painting is sold, she can draw another which looks exactly the same!”

“It’s easy for you to say that. Why do you think Mr. Gale Maguire’s painting is so expensive? It’s because the master can’t paint a second one exactly the same!”

“Really! I feel the same as me!”

Evelyn was even more flustered. She thought, ‘What if…”

Lydia’s eyes lit up and she took out a small flashlight from her bag. It was ultraviolet light, but Cassandra had hung up the video call with Vanessa directly.

Lydia excitedly turned on the small flashlight and swept around the painting. Cassandra couldn’t help reminding, “Lydia, if I remember correctly, the signature should be in the upper left corner.”

Because when she was creating this painting, the bottom was too full to add, so it was added on top.

Lydia flashed the light on the top and said in surprise, “It’s true!”

There was a little golden–edged signature, Gale Yates.

She thought, “Tsk. What a slap in the face!”

Evelyn pushed Lydia away, snatched the small flashlight from her hand, and

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flashed light on her painting. But there was nothing. She thought, ‘How could it be possible?”

“Miss White, your painting is indeed a fake. You don’t have to look at it anymore.” A strong male voice sounded from the audience.

It was Harold Ford, the president of the Art Association.

He walked slowly forward and said in a deep voice, “I know who imitated this painting. I can call him.”

Evelyn’s face was extremely gloomy, and even Arthur beside her didn’t look good.

“Mr. Ford, I…” said him.

Harold directly dialed the number of that man. Someone picked up the phone and said, “Mr. Ford, why are you calling me again?”

Evelyn’s face was pale. This was the voice of the master she heard. She thought, ‘Why is he so flattering now, not cold or immortal at all?‘

“Harry, did you sell a painting named Spring of Mr. Gale Maguire some time ago?” Harold’s voice reverberated throughout the party hall.

“Yeah, how do you know? That girl is so silly. I’ve asked her to think about it carefully, but she still flirted with me and insisted on buying my painting. Your know, my imitation of Mr. Gale Maguire’s painting is

so similar to the real one. She probably thought it was real at a glance.

“60 million dollars! Why would I refuse her? Therefore, I made it a deal. Now that I am abroad, you can’t catch me…”

Obviously, the man was very proud and complacent!

Evelyn looked like a fool now.

She didn’t expect that it was just a fake painting worth 20,000 dollars, and she spent 60 million dollars on it. How embarrassing!

Harold glanced at Cassandra and then said to Harry, “But Mr. Gale Maguire wants. to hold you accountable. Do you think you can run away?”

Hearing this, Harry became anxious. His tone revealed his nervousness. “No, Mr. Ford, I didn’t do it on purpose. That woman insisted on it! This is unfair!”

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“Then tell Mr. Gale Maguire yourself,” said Mr. Ford.

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“I don’t know where that little girl has gone. How can I tell her?” said Harry.

“Harry Johnson!” Cassandra shouted word by word.

Beep!

Harold’s phone was hung up directly.

Now Evelyn looked like a clown.

Lydia reminded her, “Miss White, you lost. Your painting is fake. According to the bet, you are going to tear it up.”

Evelyn looked at Lydia fiercely and turned to Cassandra. She said viciously, “Who are you? Are you trying to fawn on Maximilian with this expensive painting? But I’m the one who have loved Kayden for many years. You don’t deserve to stand by his side. What you did was in vain!”

After saying that, she wanted to tear up Cassandra’s painting, but Cassandra moved

at, she wanted to tear up faster than her. She picked away the painting and looked at her coldly. “If you have persecutory paranoia, you should go for treatment instead of showing off your intelligence here.”

Cassandra thought, ‘Me?

‘Like Kayden?

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‘Fawning on Maximilian?

‘How could Evelyn say that?

‘After all, she’s from a rich family. She never thinks before she spokes!‘

“Miss White, that’s enough. You have interrupted the party repeatedly. What else. do you want to do now?” Kayden roared and wondered why she had no sense at all.

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