Not A Small-Town Girl

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“Danielle is usually very well-behaved. Logan and | are still

alive, yet some blind fools have started to bully her. | want

to see who gave them the courage to be so arrogant,

clearly asking for trouble!"

Tara was even more furious, clenching her fists as if she

was ready to throw a punch.

Everyone present knew about Tara’s temper. It was only in

recent years that she had been in poor health and

hospitalized. In previous years, she wouldn’t hesitate to hit

people whenever she disagreed with them.

Seeing that both Logan and Tara were defending Danielle,

Tim didn’t say anything more, but his gaze towards

Danielle was far from friendly.

Danielle didn’t expect Logan and Tara to defend her like

this, and she felt deeply moved.

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Cameron caught the look from

David and quickly stepped forward,

suggesting heard that the master

of traditional painting, Mr. Willy _@

Thaddeus, recently came to ~°

Soufi€ld. It just so happens thét’our

family has some connections with

hign. Why don’t we invite hin to

come and determine the“authenticity

of the painting?"

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"Yes, it would-be great if you could

invite Mr. Thaddeus. He is an

authority ia the traditional painting:

world. I comes to appraise ite

will definitely be able to determine

s authenticity and clear someone S

‘aie

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Giancarlo stepped forward to mediate the situation.

As soon as Giancarlo finished speaking, Willy’s booming

voice echoed, "No need to invite me, I’m already here."

"| admire Chimera very much. | heard that two identical

paintings by Chimera appeared at Mr. Barnes’s birthday

banquet. | was so curious that | came here myself.”

Willy was nearly eighty years old, but he walked so fast like

a gust of wind.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Barnes!" Willy offered a perfunctory

blessing, then turned around, his eyes shining with

excitement to see the paintings. "Hurry up and let me see

Chimera’s paintings."

As the crowd made way for him, Willy could see the two

identical paintings before him.

“There must be a real one in there," Willy said, pursing his

lips.

Everyone wondered if this was a whole new level of

nonsense literature.

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“Mr. Thaddeus, this is the painting | gave to Mr. Barnes. |

went through a lot of trouble and consulted many experts to

obtain this piece, so there’s no way it could be a replica."

“Someone just insists on giving a fake one to pretend to be

rich, and she even has to trouble you to come here. It’s

really such a hassle."

“I’ve always admired you, Mr. Thaddeus Every one of your

paintings is timeless."

Emma stepped forward and spoke softly.

Willy was looking at the two paintings when he heard

Emma’s coquettish voice. He looked up and frowned at the

person in front of him.

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"Stop acting caquettishly in front of

me. | haven’t@ppraised it yet, so

how do youknow which one is realy

and whid® one is fake? Your tones

reminds me of the vicious worgan |

usualy see in TV dramas, thekind

thamakes everyone wantto spit

When they see her."

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No one expected Willy to be so sharp-tongued and

straightforward. Emma’s face turned pale, and tears welled

up in her eyes. Anyone who saw her would feel sorry for

her

“Everything | said is true, so there’s no need for you to feel

wronged. Turns out, the TV dramas weren’t lying at all,"

Willy added.

"Mr. Thaddeus, she is still a young girl, and she didn’t say

anything wrong. Don’t be so hard on her," a man spoke up

for Emma after seeing her aggrieved look.

“You must be involved with this girl! Any man here should

be careful. She’s probably cheating. That’s how they show

it in TV dramas."

Everyone knew that Willy had a bit of a strange temper, but

they didn’t expect him to shoot at someone indiscriminately.

His mouth was like a venomous snake.

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The man’s face turned red with anger.

Willy snorted coldly. "What are you trying to do? You just

want to play the hero and rescue the girl, right? Next time

you think about saving someone, take a look at your

opponent first. I’m not someone easy to mess with."

Now, no one dared to speak, for fear of being rebuked.