On the opposite wall hung several oil paintings, all masterpieces from medieval painting masters. Meow was practically drooling, pointing at one of them, "Is... is it genuine?"
Tyr glanced at her, and Meow quickly pulled back her hand, feeling she was behaving like an idiot.
For a tycoon like Tyr, even the frescoes on his home's ceiling were painted by the most famous artists, let alone the paintings here. How could there be any forgeries?
Meow touched the corner of her mouth, relieved that her saliva hadn't actually dripped out.
Like a little schoolgirl, she stood obediently in front of the table with her hands behind her back and asked, "Um, is there something you need?"
Tyr pointed to a chair, "Sit."
Meow obediently sat down.
Tyr picked up the phone on the table, "Come in."
Before long, the butler Morikawa came in.
