As he spoke, his tall and strong body charged directly at the little furball, clearly intending to push him down. He thought his movements were fast and powerful, and that the Eastern child in front of him was like a bean sprout, impossible to resist. He believed that even if he pressed down, he could force him to his knees and beg for mercy.
The moment his hand touched the little furball, the little furball suddenly turned around and dodged to the side. The little golden retriever didn't have time to stop and rushed straight towards the easel next to him.
He stumbled and fell, knocking over an easel beside him.
With a bang, the easel fell to the ground, and the shattered glass cover left a deep scratch on the paper inside, a scene that stunned the surrounding exhibitors.
“Barbarians are barbarians…” The little furball shook its head helplessly, but it knew that the works in the gallery were very valuable. It was about to sneak into the crowd, but it didn’t expect that as soon as it turned around, someone grabbed its arm.
The person in charge of the exhibition said with a look of disdain, "Where did this kid come from? How did he sneak in? Do you know how much trouble you've caused!"
He exclaimed, "Huh?" The little furball stared wide-eyed in astonishment. "No way! You're not kidding me! I didn't even touch that shelf, what does it have to do with me!"
“You just had a conflict with young Master Dewell. In a fit of anger, you pushed him, which caused him to fall onto the easel. So, it’s all your fault!” The exhibition director’s bias was practically written all over his face. “And young Master Dewell is the victim!”
The little golden retriever's parents had arrived. When they saw their son fall to the ground, they were shocked and turned pale. They rushed over and pulled him up. When the little golden retriever saw his parents, he immediately burst into tears, completely distorting the truth: "This little bastard from the East tried to ruin the painting. I told him not to do it, and he even tried to return it to me!"
Upon hearing this, Little Golden Retriever's father, Davey, immediately flew into a rage, arrogantly raising his head and saying, "The gallery must handle this matter properly and give my son an explanation; otherwise, there's no need to discuss the acquisition any further!"
The moment he heard those words, the little furball understood.
So this is the gallery's future investor; no wonder the person in charge is blatantly distorting the truth!
But he won't take the blame for this!
However, this is country A's territory, where there is inherently great discrimination against people of color. Now that this problem has occurred, the responsibility is naturally shifted onto the little furball. In an instant, all the contemptuous and disgusted gazes were cast upon him.
"This painting is worth one hundred million US dollars. Please have the child's parents come out for a moment so we can discuss the subsequent compensation issues... Ah..." Before the gallery manager could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if he had been hit by something. A tingling sensation spread through his wrist, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the child. He could only watch helplessly as the little furball escaped from his grasp and rushed to a tall woman.
The woman was dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, the hem of her shirt tucked into her trousers, making her legs appear even longer and straighter. A wide-brimmed hat covered half of her face. Despite her simple attire, the aura she exuded made her impossible to look down on.
Her cold voice was laced with anger: "One hundred million US dollars is not a problem, provided that the fault truly lies with my son."
"Everyone saw it! Your son pushed my baby over, and now you're trying to deny it?" Mrs. Davies said angrily. "You not only have to pay for the painting today, but you also have to compensate me for my son's medical expenses and emotional distress!"
Yi Tianran slightly adjusted her hat, revealing a beautiful face. Her gaze swept over the Daiwell family, a hint of mockery on her face: "So you're the Daiwell family's unloved illegitimate son. I heard your old lady has been ill recently. Do you think you have a chance to rise up now? You've even become more assertive."
Mr. Dewell is the illegitimate son of old Dewell, a fact well-known in high society. However, due to the power of the Dewell family, no one dares to say it. As the saying goes, even a lean camel is bigger than a horse; what if they turn their fortunes around?
The woman in front of them spoke so brazenly that it immediately aroused speculation.
who is she?
While others were curious, Mr. Davey was furious. Having his sore spot exposed in public, he naturally couldn't control his emotions, and his voice carried a threatening tone: "Since you know who I am, watch your words, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Yi Tianran said without fear: "To convict someone, you need evidence."
The gallery owner witnessed what had just happened and wondered if Yi Tianran's status was even higher than Dai Wei's. However, considering that he had already come this far, he gritted his teeth and said, "What evidence do we need? Everyone saw it."
"Why don't you mention the surveillance at all?" Yi Tianran looked down at the painting on the ground and smiled. "The World of Fantasy? It is indeed worth a hundred million. Such a valuable work should be under 360-degree surveillance."
The gallery owner forced a smile and said, "The surveillance cameras just happened to be broken today, but everyone present was a respectable person. Would they really falsely accuse your son?"
"What if it really is a false accusation?" Yi Tianran asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Then I'll... apologize to him and compensate for the losses!" The gallery manager was certain that as long as he didn't produce the surveillance footage, nothing would happen.
After all, they are members of the Dawell family. Who would be willing to offend them for the sake of a strange woman?
Yi Tianran turned her gaze to the Dai Weier family and slowly asked, "And you?"
Mr. Dewell arrogantly refused: "Do you think you're qualified to negotiate with me?"
"You're feeling guilty, aren't you?" Yi Tianran didn't mind provoking the other person with her words.
"What are you so guilty about!" Mrs. Davies said fiercely, fiercely protecting her son. "If it was my son who pushed him, I'll make him apologize to your son and pay a huge sum of compensation. But if you can't come up with that, then you can keep your hand here!"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Yi Tianran with sympathy.
What an overconfident woman! She should have just endured this kind of thing, but she dared to challenge the Dawell family. She's doomed now!
That little kid is naughty and really good-looking, but he'll definitely get his face scrambled by the Davies family!
“Then I’ll make a change too. If I produce evidence, I’m not greedy. I just want one of Mrs. Dawell’s fingers…” Yi Tianran didn’t take the provocation in the other party’s words seriously at all.
Mrs. Davies pointed at Yi Tianran and said angrily, "What a big mouth you have! I'll show you how you die later!"
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