Chapter 908 - 902: Whitney Lynch Is Dead (1)

Chapter 908: Chapter 902: Whitney Lynch Is Dead (1)

Vincent Ford walked up to him, extended his hand, and helped him up: "Old Mr. Lane, this matter has nothing to do with you. The painting of the stream and clouds that I just made is a gift to you, as thanks for your pursuit of justice on my behalf."

Ryan Lane was deeply moved upon hearing this. That painting, even if it’s not the first piece, was a masterpiece of incalculable value since it was created by Mr. Castle.

He spoke, intending to refuse: "This..."

Vincent Ford noticed his hesitation and interrupted: "As a teacher, it is your duty to guide students when they make mistakes. You have done that; it was his stubbornness."

After saying that, he gently patted his shoulder and continued: "It is ultimately his life, and he must take responsibility for it. You cannot take his place."

These simple words warmed Ryan Lane’s heart.

Compared to before, it was not as painful, and his heart was now full of gratitude: "Thank you."

He called a bodyguard behind him: "Abe, please escort the elders out."

The bodyguard came over: "Ladies and gentlemen, please."

This commotion ended once the elders departed.

Aaron Jennings’ fans felt a heavy burden on their hearts, and they collectively bowed and apologized to Vincent Ford and Tiana Thorne, as if bidding farewell to a painter they once admired.

Tiana Thorne watched as a group of girls left and took a deep breath.

Those who do wrong will inevitably face consequences.

Aaron Jennings will never re-enter the art world, and mentioning his name will be a disgrace in this circle.

Tiana Thorne’s fans also intended to quietly leave.

Suddenly, she called out: "Wait a moment, all of you."

Everyone turned back to look at her, blinking: "Tiana, is there something you need?"

Tiana Thorne was genuinely grateful to these twenty fans — they were well-behaved, sensible, and beautiful.

She offered a gentle smile and waved them over: "Come closer, everyone."

Upon hearing this, they were thrilled and approached her.

Tiana Thorne looked up at the sweet smiles on the girls’ faces and softly said, "Thank you."

Hearing this, a couple of the younger fans were moved to tears.

Tiana Thorne smiled, exuding endless warmth, with a sparkle in her foxy eyes: "Alright, don’t cry. Let’s talk about something practical."

"What would that be?"

"Do you want autographs?"

Honestly, this was truly practical for the fans.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Afterwards, Tiana Thorne spent a few minutes signing autographs for these young girls.

The fans, having received their autographs, were extremely excited: "Thank you, Tiana. Take good care of yourself and get well soon."

"Mm." Looking at the girls’ beaming faces, her heart felt warm, and she advised them: "You all seem to be students, so prioritize your studies. Don’t stay up late to support me, or you’ll go bald at a young age. Follow your idols healthily, okay?"

Upon hearing this, their eyes welled up with tears, realizing Tiana was aware of their late-night efforts, always caring for her true fans.

"Tiana, you deserve it."

"Tiana, I suspect you have surveillance on us."

Tiana Thorne laughed charmingly: "Glad you know, just behave well."

"Mm."

After sending off the group of young fans, Tiana Thorne was in a very good mood.

Little did she know that this gesture earned her a new wave of casual fans.

She couldn’t help but think of her grandaunt, wondering if her heart condition had improved, always feeling uneasy.

Suddenly, she thought of someone — Whitney Lynch.