Josephine Grant never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that Shirley Thorne would still be haunting her at a time like this.
'Wasn't the whole point of this art exhibition to make a name for herself?'
'Using her blood ties to Madam Grant to build an image for herself as a talented intellectual!'
'And now this?'
'What is Shirley Thorne trying to pull?'
'Is she trying to have a conversation with the audience remotely?'
'How does that make any sense?'
Josephine Grant struggled to maintain her smile. "Shirley, I'm in the middle of talking about Grandmother's work. Can we discuss this later?"
"Yeah, talk about it later!"
Someone in the audience shouted, eager to hear the details about the Peony Painting—be it the artistic techniques or the behind-the-scenes stories, they wanted it all.
Josephine Grant smirked smugly at this. She saw Warren Grant give her a thumbs-up from the audience, while Leo Graham made a heart shape with his hands.
