Chapter 755: Exposed! The Noble Lady Becomes a Thief

Chapter 755: Chapter 755: Exposed! The Noble Lady Becomes a Thief

Xaviera Evans was the first to break the silence, sneering.

“Miss Swift, we’re talking about this rose painting, not some rose garden. What are you so nervous about?”

“Your guilt is showing! Wasn’t this rose garden painted by you?”

Tracy Swift’s face was twisted, her eyes filled with fear, her forehead covered in fine sweat, staring fixedly at the rose painting, as if her blood had turned to ice.

“Evans, d-don’t talk nonsense, I, I have nothing to be guilty about…” Tracy’s stammering voice only made the others more suspicious.

Mrs. Swift remained calm, her gaze chilling, “Miss Evans, you must provide evidence when speaking! Our Swift family is a scholarly family, and Tracy has received the best education since childhood. She is a top noble lady in the Imperial City, how could she possibly steal someone else’s painting?”

Instead of arguing, Xaviera found a comfortable chair to sit down on, leaning lazily against the backrest, and squinting her eyes.

Tobey Swift was instantly furious: “Everyone is standing, how can you sit down? You have no manners!”

To Xaviera, Tobey Swift was just a stupid pig being used by others. She didn’t even bother to argue with him. Her cold gaze fell on Tracy Swift, speaking slowly, “Which rose in this garden did you paint?”

Her challenging words grabbed everyone’s attention. Although they didn’t know what had happened, they heard Xaviera’s question.

At the time, Xaviera painted the garden at the Libanan University art gallery. It was winter, and there were no roses, but every summer, one could see the rose garden through the windows. It was an impromptu creation from Xaviera’s imagination, fearing that the painting would be too monotonous, she even added a couple in passionate love.

Everyone knew that the painting was completed by two people. It had been less than a month, so Tracy Swift should still remember which rose she painted.

Under everyone’s gaze, Tracy couldn’t help but tremble, her breathing nearly stopping. As someone who didn’t understand art, how could she tell the differences between the roses?

Which rose was it?

With so many similar roses in the garden, how could she know which one she painted?

But in this situation, she had to say something. After hesitating for a moment, she pointed to a vibrant rose in the middle, the most prominent and eye-catching one.

Xaviera couldn’t help but smile. Tracy Swift really knew how to choose, hitting the bull’s eye.

As Tracy endured everyone’s scrutiny, her body gradually stiffened, her throat feeling as if stuffed with cotton, her mind going blank, wishing she could faint right then.

Several veteran artists with decades of experience had sharp eyes. They could tell that the Rose Garden was not the work of the same person. The rose in the middle was obviously painted by a man, with heavier strokes and decisive brushstrokes, while the rest of the roses were mostly the work of a woman. The passionate couple was completed by the combined efforts of the two.

Now Tracy claimed that the middle rose was her work?

“Miss Swift.” Just as Tracy was uneasy, Xaviera mockingly spoke, “Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. So is this painting really yours?”

Tracy’s body went limp, almost falling. Thankfully, Mrs. Swift was beside her to support her, preventing her from embarrassing herself in public. However, the seniors who had admired her before now looked at her with disdain.

Tracy’s lips turned pale, and her eyes gradually became hollow.

It’s over! Everything is over. She had invited so many friends and relatives, and those artists brought by Mr. Lester Bank, all of whom had now seen her humiliation.

If she had known this would happen, she would have never claimed the painting as her own and wouldn’t have lost face in public. Right now, she wished she could crawl into a hole.

“So Tracy Swift stole Miss Evans’ painting and became Mr. Lester Bank’s disciple by using it?”

“What a bullshit scholarly family! Turns out she’s just a shameless thief!”

“She stole someone’s painting and then flaunted it in front of them. I’ve never seen such a disgusting person!”

Mrs. Swift had initially defended her daughter, but now her face reddened with shame as she heard the curses and accusations of the crowd.

“No… Let me explain…” Tracy’s throat was dry, and she struggled to speak a few words, frantically trying to think of an explanation, but she couldn’t find a perfect excuse.

“Actually… Actually, this painting is…”