Chapter 207

The gallery curator adjusted his glasses. "This particular piece is one of Master von Strauss's rare creations. He seldom parts with his works." His voice dropped to a whisper. "And if you look closely here—"

Their conversation was interrupted by the rhythmic tapping of an ebony cane. An elderly gentleman with a snow-white beard approached with deliberate steps. Friedrich von Strauss was originally from Montecito but had settled in Liberty decades ago.

His reputation preceded him. Eleanor Hart, Sebastian's mother, recognized the legendary artist immediately. Among high society women, collecting masterpieces was as essential as owning designer jewelry.

Without valuable art in one's collection, one risked being labeled nouveau riche. Yet von Strauss's works weren't commodities that could simply be purchased. The eccentric artist was notoriously selective about his buyers.

Eleanor's mind raced. If I could acquire one of his paintings, my standing among the elite would skyrocket. Before she could formulate a plan, the white-bearded maestro stood before them.

The curator bowed slightly. "Master von Strauss, what an honor." The artist acknowledged the greeting with a curt nod, his piercing blue eyes scanning the group dismissively. Without a word, he reached for the painting on display.

Victoria Ashford noticed Eleanor's covetous gaze. Seizing the opportunity, she stepped forward boldly. "Excuse me, what's your asking price for this piece? I'm interested in purchasing it."

Von Strauss's bushy eyebrows knitted together as he regarded Victoria. "You couldn't possibly afford it," he scoffed, attempting to brush past her.

Victoria's cheeks burned. As CEO of Ashford Enterprises, she wasn't accustomed to being dismissed. "Name your price, then we'll see what I can or cannot afford," she challenged, her tone icy.

The old artist snorted. "Money can't buy taste, young lady. Selling to you would tarnish my legacy." His cane tapped impatiently. "Go deface someone else's artwork."

Humiliation washed over Victoria. Being insulted in front of Eleanor was unbearable. The air grew thick with tension.

Von Strauss's gaze suddenly landed on Evelyn. His stern expression softened slightly. "And you? Are you here to waste my time as well?"

Evelyn's lips curved into a wry smile. "No, I'm just another filthy rich heiress apparently."

To everyone's shock, the old man burst into laughter. Victoria's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Why offer it to her if you won't sell to me?" she demanded.

"Because she's got spirit!" von Strauss declared, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. Victoria looked ready to combust.

Eleanor discreetly nudged Evelyn. Don't refuse! I need that painting! Evelyn hesitated, then sighed.

"Alright, how much?" she asked reluctantly. This wasn't about one-upping Victoria—Eleanor's desperate expression made that clear. As Sebastian's mother, Evelyn couldn't ignore the request.

The artist stroked his beard. "I sold a piece to European royalty for nine million pounds. What's your offer?"

Gasps echoed through the gallery. Even Victoria looked stunned. Nine million for a single painting? That's museum acquisition territory.

Evelyn studied the artwork critically. "It's worth every penny," she conceded. Seeing Eleanor's hopeful gaze, she made her decision. "I'll double it," she said casually, as if discussing lunch plans. "No point being stingy."

Von Strauss coughed in surprise. "Such extravagance!" he muttered, though his eyes twinkled with amusement.

Evelyn shrugged. "Only the best for true art."

After a dramatic pause, the artist suddenly scowled. "Changed my mind. Not selling to you either!" He turned sharply on his heel.

Victoria smirked triumphantly. "Seems we're in the same boat after all." Eleanor wrung her hands in distress.

Evelyn exhaled deeply. This stubborn old man... With quick steps, she intercepted von Strauss. Placing a hand on his arm, she fixed him with an imploring look. "Master von Strauss, you're really putting me in an impossible position here..."