Chapter 272: Publicly Exposed, Face-Slapping the Scumbag Brother!

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Publicly Exposed, Face-Slapping the Scumbag Brother!

When the crowd heard Director Jarvis say Winchester had arrived long ago, they immediately and excitedly turned to look around.

"Could Winchester be Ophelia Warren? I heard Winchester is a young woman, and Ophelia Warren happens to be a restorer too."

"No way! With Ophelia Warren’s skill level, she’s only qualified to be Miles Everett’s assistant. How could she possibly be Winchester!"

"Exactly! Winchester is in a different league. Ophelia Warren isn’t qualified in the slightest!"

Hearing the words "not qualified," Ophelia Warren’s expression soured. But with so many people watching, she had to force herself to maintain a gentle and composed facade, as if nothing were wrong.

Beside her, Miles Everett suddenly had a thought. His scalp prickled as he whipped his head around to look at Sienna Everett, his eyes wide with utter disbelief.

’Of course, he knew Ophelia Warren wasn’t Winchester!’

’Then it could only be...’

As if to confirm his suspicion, Director Jarvis corrected the crowd, displeased. "Stop with the wild guesses! Winchester has nothing to do with Ophelia Warren! Nothing at all!"

With that, Director Jarvis walked over to Sienna Everett and announced loudly, his face beaming with pride:

"This is Miss Sienna Everett, the very Winchester so many of you have been dying to meet! We at the National Museum are deeply honored to have her participating in the restoration of this Ancient Painting!"

Sienna Everett offered a radiant smile. "You’re too kind. The chance to participate in restoring such a famous Ancient Painting is a rare opportunity."

Director Jarvis waved his hands dismissively. "This isn’t modesty! You can appraise and restore artifacts. Many of us here have been eagerly awaiting the day we could meet Winchester!"

’Winchester...’

’Winchester is Sienna Everett...’

’No, this can’t be real!’

Miles Everett swayed, nearly staggering to the ground. His eyes were locked on Sienna Everett, his lips trembling as his breath came in ragged gasps. He simply refused to accept this reality.

But Director Jarvis’s praise for Sienna Everett, along with his personal confirmation, all pointed to one thing: Sienna Everett was Winchester. The very same Winchester he had been so desperate to meet, yet never could...

’How could this be...’

’The painting he admired, Whisperwind’s *Rivers and Mountains Like a Painting*, was painted by Sienna Everett.’

’The Winchester he had always longed to meet was also Sienna Everett.’

’No wonder she refused to sell *Rivers and Mountains Like a Painting* to him. No wonder Winchester always refused to meet him. Sienna Everett hated the Everett Family, hated the Everetts. Why would she ever agree to meet him...’

At that moment, Ophelia Warren felt as if her head would explode. The expression on her face finally cracked, stiffening uncontrollably.

’Sienna Everett knows how to restore artifacts?’

’And she’s Winchester, the one who went viral recently?’

’So she’d lost to Sienna Everett again?’

’Once again... she had lost to Sienna Everett...’

Ophelia Warren’s face was blank, but her gaze, fixed on Sienna Everett, was like that of a cold, viscous viper flicking its tongue. For the first time, her hidden savagery and malice were exposed.

The other Restorers in the room all rushed over to Sienna Everett, crowding around her enthusiastically.

"Miss Everett, so you’re Winchester! Director Jarvis was just telling us about your porcelain restoration technique yesterday. It’s absolutely incredible!"

"You know, we should have included Miss Everett in our discussion about the restoration plan for the Ancient Painting earlier. Now look at this mess. Not only is the Ancient Painting not fixed, but it’s even more damaged."

"Well, I was going to ask Miss Everett to join, but Miles Everett said she didn’t know anything about restoration and would just get in the way, so..."

"Winchester doesn’t know restoration? Hah! Between the two of them, I’d say Miles Everett is the one who’s clueless!"

"And now, the painting Miles Everett and Ophelia Warren ruined has to be saved by Miss Everett. But the damage is so severe, I don’t even know if it can be salvaged..."

Hearing this, Miles Everett hung his head, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

’He had arrogantly assumed Sienna Everett knew nothing about restoration, looking down his nose at her.’

’But reality had just dealt him a harsh slap, forcing him to wake up.’

Chief Ford walked up to Sienna Everett, his eyes filled with admiration. "Young lady, you’re not just Master Tate’s granddaughter, but you’re also Winchester, the one who helped the police catch those bronze ware smugglers a while back? You rendered a great service!"

Sienna Everett smiled, poised and respectful. "You’re too generous."

Seeing her graceful and composed demeanor, the admiration in Chief Ford’s eyes deepened. He quickly led Sienna Everett over to the damaged Ancient Painting. "Then take a look. It’s damaged this badly—can it be restored?"

At this question, the other Restorers in the room held their breath in anticipation.

’At their level, they definitely couldn’t restore this Ancient Painting.’

’Now, their only hope was Sienna Everett. But they had no idea if she was confident she could do it...’

Director Jarvis sighed heavily, his brow deeply furrowed. "Chief Ford, I won’t hide this from you. Damaging an Ancient Painting due to improper handling during its restoration is an extremely serious offense. It could have irreversible consequences!"

Chief Ford clasped his hands behind his back and shot a glance at Miles Everett and Ophelia Warren, his eyes as sharp as daggers.

A chill ran down Ophelia Warren’s spine, and her fingers instinctively tightened on her clothes.

Miles Everett didn’t dare make a peep.

Seeing Sienna Everett carefully examining the damaged areas of the Ancient Painting, Director Jarvis couldn’t help but plead, "Chief Ford, Miss Everett’s restoration skills are masterful, but this painting is just too severely damaged. If she can’t restore it, I hope you won’t hold her responsible."

Chief Ford snorted. "Why would I blame a young woman like her? I’ll hold accountable whoever caused this problem, whoever made this mess!"

Chief Ford was a military man and carried a natural air of authority. When he was angry, the pressure he exuded was suffocating.

Miles Everett was so frightened he didn’t dare to breathe.

’It was because the consequences were so severe that Ophelia Warren didn’t dare take responsibility, which was why she’d thrown him under the bus.’

’If only he had listened to Sienna Everett. If only he had cut ties with Ophelia Warren that day in the hall when he overheard the truth. Would any of this have happened?’

Miles Everett was filled with regret. It felt as if a sword was hanging over his head, ready to drop at any moment. He stared nervously at Sienna Everett, wondering if she was confident she could restore the Ancient Painting...

’He knew all the Restorers here. None of them were skilled enough to fix this painting.’

’Now, Sienna Everett had become his only hope...’

Keith Sterling saw the look on Miles Everett’s face and knew exactly what he was thinking. He let out a contemptuous sneer. "Some brother you are. Completely spineless. You make a mess and expect the sister who already cut you off to clean it up for you. How pathetic."

Miles Everett’s face instantly flushed crimson, and he was so ashamed he didn’t know where to look.

’He was right. Sienna Everett had already cut ties with the Everett Family, had nothing to do with them anymore. And yet here he was, shamelessly hoping she would clean up his mess...’

’What’s more, back when they were in the Everett Family, he had watched as the Everetts abused and humiliated her. He had been indifferent, turning a blind eye and never once helping her.’

’Even if Sienna Everett were to turn her back and walk away right now, it would be no more than what he deserved...’