A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Claude Jones came down from the stage and stood beside the long table. Looking at Lyana’s familiar face, her heart skipped a beat in her throat.

The stone wall was made up of Chinese paintings.

Chinese painting emphasizes the free hand, so the image is initially shaped by lines. The goal was to create a likeness, and concept art was important.

Old master Claude watched the brush in Lyana’s hand obediently draw the stone wall. Then, the structure of the stone wall was revealed.

Could Lyana really be Mr. Chuan Tanguy?

With that trace of doubt, Claude continued to watch.

Holding the brush in her hand, Lyana drew freely. Strangely, the brush in his hand was exceptionally obedient. The ink blots were exactly the same size as the paint on the stone wall.

We can deduce that Lyana had a great mastery of her brush and ink.

Ines, who stood to the side, watched Lyana draw. His heart clenched involuntarily.

From his impression, his brother was very fond of Chinese painting. Also, his brother used to paint like that.

Ines remembered what Nathan Dubois had just said. He was telling the truth about Lyana. In this case, it was very likely that Lyana was Mr. Tanguy…

Thinking about it, Ines felt bad. A bitter taste spread in his heart.

Lyana was clearly a wild country girl. Why was she so amazing?

Lyana not only knew how to cultivate medicinal herbs, but she also knew how to play the violin. Now she has become a world famous artist, Mr. Tanguy.

How can a person be so exceptional?

Ines gradually felt inferior. When she thought about the fact that she was inferior to Lyana in every way, she felt so sad that she was on the verge of suffocating.

All eyes were on Lyana. Only Vincent realized that Nathan Dubois’ eyes were filled with undisguised possessiveness towards Lyana. The smile on Nathan Dubois’ face was as if he were looking at his wife.

Vincent’s eyes darken. He thinks carefully about what happened today and Lyana’s change in attitude.

At first, Lyana didn’t seem to have any intention of revealing her identity.

However, amid everyone’s doubts, Lyana’s greatest hope was that Madame Rousseau and Old Master Claude would be able to determine the authenticity of the painting. However, none of them had made the right choice.

Amid everyone’s condemnation, Nathan Dubois stepped forward to defend Lyana. He looked so sure of himself, like he had known for a long time which painting was real.

Come to think of it, Nathan Dubois’ attitude at the time seemed to say that he knew who Mr. Tanguy was, or that he had participated in the creation of Mr. Tanguy.

Even then, Lyana still hadn’t admitted her identity.

Previously, he had wanted to take Lyana away. Suddenly, Lyana seemed to have made a decision. She decided to tell them that she was Mr. Tanguy.

This decision seemed to be very important for Lyana.

Vincent didn’t quite understand what had happened to Lyana.

Rumor has it that Mr. Chuan Tanguy sealed his brush many years ago.

But now Lyana has picked up her brush again.

Vincent’s gaze fell on Nathan’s face again. He had a vague feeling that Nathan Dubois knew why Lyana had stopped.

Thinking about this, Vincent felt a little uneasy. His eyes instantly turned cold.

Nathan Dubois seemed to sense Vincent’s gaze and looked up at him.

At this moment, when the two men’s eyes met, lightning and fire shot out.

Thomas, who was standing to the side, shivered in fear.

With her mere reflection, even a single mother could tell that Nathan Dubois was looking at Lyana possessively. Moreover, it was clearly the gaze of a man looking at a woman.

Lyana was so focused on the painting that she didn’t notice the storm brewing between Vincent and Nathan.

Muriel stood quietly to the side. She had learned to draw in the past. Although she was not good at drawing, she could appreciate it.

Seeing that Lyana was more and more engrossed in painting, Muriel’s breathing involuntarily quickened.

She now thought that Lyana was most likely Mr. Tanguy.

However, if Lyana was Mr. Chuan Tanguy, then the stone wall painting she brought was fake…

What should she do?

She was a celebrity, and everything she did was followed by the media. If the fact that she brought a fake stone mural to the charity auction was revealed, this matter would certainly affect her future work.

Although she is in the limelight now, until this case comes to light, she will not be able to work for a while. It might even have to suffer a huge default loss.

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Muriel knew in her heart that she couldn’t stop Lyana from painting now. The only thing she could do now was to minimize her losses.

Denise, who was standing to the side, clenched her fists in displeasure. She looked at Lyana with hate all over her face. She had finally understood why Lyana was so close to Matheo.

Lyana was the genius painter, Mr. Chuan Tanguy. It was said that Mr. Matheo’s favorite painter was Mr. Chuan Tanguy.

How could Lyana be a painter?

Shouldn’t she be an ordinary person?

An hour and a half later.

Everyone looked at Lyana’s painting, then at the painting of the stone wall on the stage. The place Lyana had drawn was exactly the same as the one on the stage.

The only difference was the paint on the stage. She was a bit old, but Lyana’s paint job was still very fresh.

Victor’s eyes twinkled with a strange light. His love for Lyana was endless. In the past, he had only admired Lyana’s personality, but now he felt that Lyana was an exceptional person with restraint.

Lyana had really reserved a huge surprise for him.

Lyam crossed his arms. He wasn’t surprised that Lyana had other disguises.

In his opinion, a girl who could play all her music in two days must be a genius.

Geniuses would also shine in other areas.

Lyam’s beautiful phoenix eyes arched slightly, and he flashed a loving smile.

At that time, all the guests present at the auction were amazed.

– It’s really Mr. Chuan Tanguy.

– How is it possible ? If she is Mr. Chuan Tanguy, then she was only eight or nine years old when she drew this painting. She’s still a child.

– Oh my god, don’t remind me. I am suffocating! An adult like me is not comparable to a child.

– Is this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?

…

Those who didn’t believe Lyana were already so shocked that they couldn’t speak. They expressed their admiration and respect for Lyana from the bottom of their hearts.

– Miss Dubois, we were wrong before. We shouldn’t have been biased…

– Miss Chuan Tanguy, I’m really sorry. We didn’t recognize you.

– Miss Chuan Tanguy, you are a genius. I want to recognize you as my master.

…

Everyone was now certain that Lyana was Miss Chuan Tanguy, but they didn’t stop her from painting. They all wanted to see Miss Chuan Tanguy’s elegance when painting.

After three more hours, everyone was still standing sideways in good spirits watching Lyana draw.

Everyone looked at the contents of the stone wall painting and fell into deep thought. This painting took them back fourteen years. They all remembered their youth.

Only now did they understand why Miss Chuan Tanguy’s paintings were so exceptional. It was because she had handled all the details to perfection. These details could resonate with everyone.

Lyana didn’t finish the painting until two in the morning.

After finishing the last stroke, Lyana put the brush on the nearby inkstone and gently twisted her sore arm.