The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Tiffany was instantly filled with rage, tearing the painting in her hands into two, her face pale with anger.

Everyone was stunned by her words, especially Bryan, who was dumbfounded. “That’s impossible. The painting went through verification before entering the banquet. How could it be fake?”

Six billion!

He had spent a full six billion, and it’s fake?

“The painting at the banquet was real. I went to the artist’s studio, and the painting wasn’t like this!” Tiffany stood there, thinking about how she had been in the artist’s studio, where the painting was always in her sight. The artist had no reason to steal their own work when they could simply paint another one to make money.

That means the painting was swapped after leaving the artist’s studio.

“…”

The crowd fell silent.

So, the painting was indeed fake.

Which means Bryan spent six billion on a counterfeit, and Tiffany’s bragging all night was for nothing?

Someone couldn’t hold it in and let out a quiet laugh, barely audible but still reaching Tiffany’s ears, clearly mocking her.

There was no way Tiffany could tolerate that.

“Bang!”

Tiffany slammed the fake painting onto the table. “Alright, I haven’t even left the Heaven Hotel tonight, and someone dares to steal my painting? Do they really think the Grissom family is easy to bully? Investigate this, find out who did it!”

At 2 a. m., Tiffany caused a huge commotion at the Heaven Hotel.

Rachel was halfway through her conversation with Jason and Mr. Grissom when someone came to report that the six-billion-dollar painting had turned out to be a printed reproduction.

Rachel wasn’t concerned whether the painting was real or not. To her, the matter involving Paige was far more important.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

But Mr. Grissom, being overly confident, insisted that his men had seen Paige perish in the fire back then and claimed Rachel must be mistaken…

She had only explained halfway through and hadn’t finished discussing the matter.

“The painting is fake?” Jason was taken aback, standing up to head outside.

Seeing this, Rachel had no choice but to follow, while Molly, standing behind the sofa, was relieved that she was merely a minor character, with no one noticing how pale she had become.

It’s over. How could they discover it so quickly?

Bryan wasn’t careful enough.

What should she do now? Would they trace it back to her? Could Bryan protect her in front of Jason, Mr. Grissom, and Rachel?

Molly was panicking but was forced to follow when Rachel called her.

Downstairs, Rachel found that Tiffany from the Grissom family had already made a scene.

The lavish hall was packed with people, including a large number of Heaven Hotel staff and guests who hadn’t yet left and were staying to discuss business. The entrance was tightly sealed, with a group of bodyguards watching over it.

Tiffany stood there, her face ashen, furiously scolding the security chief and two hotel managers, “And you call yourselves the unbeatable hotel in Country A, yet you don’t even realize when a guest’s painting gets stolen! I think the Lautners family should just stay down south and not come back!”

It was clear that her tirade had been going on for some time, as the two managers looked very grim.

“Tiffany, where are your manners?” Mr. Grissom asked his daughter, somewhat displeased.

Hearing her father’s voice, Tiffany turned, about to vent her frustration, when she caught sight of Rachel and immediately stormed over, angrily saying, “You arranged tonight’s banquet, right? You managed everything from start to finish. Is this your level of competence? My six-billion-dollar painting gets swapped out like this?”

Molly stood behind Rachel, watching this furious Tiffany with fear, her entire body cold and her palms sweating profusely.

She stole a glance at Bryan in the crowd. He wasn’t looking at her, his brows furrowed, seeming rather calm.

Since he was calm, she couldn’t lose her composure.

“Please calm down, Miss Tiffany. The painting was definitely real when it was handed to you. When did you notice it was swapped?” Rachel asked.

What was going on tonight? First, her subordinate was injured, and now this issue with the painting swap.

“Anyway, the painting was fine when I left the artist’s place, and later it was swapped. It must have happened after 10:30 p. m.,” Tiffany said, glaring at her, venting all her anger on Rachel.

“Check the security footage,” Rachel ordered.

The hotel manager, however, replied helplessly, “The people in the surveillance room were all knocked out, and the footage has been wiped clean. The thief was clearly prepared.”

“This is the extent of your hotel’s capabilities?” Tiffany was furious, scolding everyone around.

“Then check the movement of people after 10:30. I made the strictest arrangements for tonight’s banquet. Everyone’s actions are traceable,” Rachel said, standing calmly before Tiffany. “Miss Tiffany, I will make sure you get an explanation for this. Why don’t we let the guests leave first?”

“Let them go? What if the thief is among them?” Tiffany said angrily.

Rachel leaned in and whispered, “But the guests here are all distinguished figures. It wouldn’t be proper to detain them. Moreover, tonight’s banquet may have been arranged by me, but the Smiths family and the Grissom family are the ones hosting. If word gets out that a painting was stolen, it wouldn’t do any good for either family.”

If this matter blew up, it would mean the banquet was a failure, which neither Rachel nor the Smiths and Grissom families wanted.

“So, am I just supposed to let my painting go?” Tiffany glared at her.

That painting cost six billion!

“Miss Tiffany, I will personally help you recover the painting.”

Rachel didn’t think it would be difficult to resolve this. First, she could investigate the people involved tonight, and second, if someone had stolen the painting, they would eventually try to sell it, and that trail would lead them to it.

Tiffany was still reluctant, but Mr. Grissom didn’t want to keep all the guests in the hotel, so he agreed with Rachel.

Since her father had spoken, Tiffany had no choice but to swallow her anger, glaring at Rachel, “You better find that painting.”

“Of course, Miss Tiffany. Don’t worry.”

Rachel was determined to recover the painting, as it would reflect on her competence in the eyes of Jason and Mr. Grissom.

The hotel doors reopened, and the guests began to leave.

Tiffany stood there, fuming, when a thought crossed her mind-it must be Carrie.

She had fought with her over the painting but couldn’t win, so she must have stolen it!

With that thought, Tiffany immediately sent someone to monitor Carrie.

The next day, Tiffany received news-

“Carrie went out today and met Rachel’s assistant Molly in secret. Carrie claimed she saw Molly sneaking the painting out of the Heaven Hotel and demanded that Molly sell it to her at a low price. Otherwise, she’d expose her and call the police.”

Molly?

Tiffany was baffled. Who was that? Rachel’s assistant, the cripple?

As she was pondering this, her subordinate delivered an even more shocking piece of news, “Molly said the painting was a gift and not stolen, then she ran away.”

“A gift? Ridiculous! Who would gift it to her?”

That painting was hers!

“That Molly didn’t return to Rachel’s place but went to the Smith Group, asking to see Bryan. However, Bryan wasn’t in the building, so she didn’t see him,” the subordinate reported.

“…”

Tiffany was completely stunned.

Does this involve Bryan too? That’s right, Bryan was the one who bought the painting, so technically, he’s the owner. He gave it away?

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