Chapter 903 - 897: The Reversal Arrives 1

Chapter 903: Chapter 897: The Reversal Arrives 1

Upon hearing this, Robert Miller understood. To Mr. Castle, this painting was not just art; it was an emotion.

Robert Miller was sixty-seven, but in front of his idol, he was like an ignorant youth, unwilling to pass up any chance to speak with him.

He asked again, "Why do you want to exhibit it today?"

"Because that important person is here today."

Rather than saying the exhibition was for art fans, it’s more accurate to say it was just for Tiana.

The two elderly men walking behind saw Robert Miller constantly speaking with Mr. Castle, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

If, from the beginning, they had been like Robert Miller, things wouldn’t have evolved into what they are now.

At the very least, they could have exchanged a few words with the admired Mr. Castle.

Instead of being isolated.

Being disliked by an idol, that feeling is truly unbearable.

"Here we are."

At the center of the showroom, a painting hung on the glass wall.

Everyone gazed over.

"Wow."

Every person couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement.

The painting was truly beautiful. It was similar to the one exhibited by Aaron Jennings, yet markedly different.

Because the eyes of the infant girl differed from Aaron Jennings’ version.

The former was with closed eyes, whereas in this painting, the infant girl gently parted her eyelids.

Her eyes resembled phoenix eyes, but upon closer inspection, they seemed like those of a little fox.

The whites of the eyes were very white, distinctly black and white, depicting the infant’s pure eyes vividly.

The pupils were meticulously crafted, as if gathering the purest black in the world, with a flicker of candlelight reflecting in the center, bright and luminous, pure and soul-stirring.

Moreover, aside from the candlelight in those eyes, faint images could be seen, dreamy, real, beautiful.

The candlelight flickered, merging with the darkness of the pupils, yet the candlelight ignited the darkness.

This painted world was entirely different from the one depicted by Aaron Jennings.

It’s as if in the darkness, this beam of light made the world beautiful.

Seeing this painting evoked a newly found beauty, lifting one’s spirits.

Tiana Thorne took a deep breath; the version of her in the painting was lifelike, as if reaching out, she could hold herself.

The sensation was too wonderful, her heart couldn’t help but be stirred.

The art connoisseurs, with just a glance, already had their answer in mind.

Vincent Ford is the original artist; the infant girl’s opened eyes highlighted the essence.

Conversely, Aaron Jennings merely copied a piece; he couldn’t complete the infant’s eyes, so he chose to keep them closed, resulting in a vastly different impression.

The painting was incredibly beautiful and exquisite.

Even a copied painting of a completely different ambiance amazed people, let alone the original masterpiece?

Ryan Lane remained silent.

At this moment, even if he wanted to believe in Aaron Jennings, it was impossible.

Everyone turned their gaze to Aaron Jennings.

He looked at the painting in front of him, whispering, "How could it be... How is this possible..."

The crowd did not understand the meaning of his words.

Robert Miller spoke first, "Aaron Jennings, are you still going to insist that you’re the original artist?"

Aaron Jennings immediately retorted, "I am! I am the original artist. My master can testify, my master’s wife too; they watched me complete it stroke by stroke during a full month. It’s my original work, just a coincidence, really just a coincidence."

Ryan Lane frowned, "I agree with what Mr. Castle said earlier; one might paint the same scenery, but capturing the same person is impossible unless you follow a guide."