Chapter 896 - 890: Face-Slapping Reversal 3

Chapter 896: Chapter 890: Face-Slapping Reversal 3

Her words didn’t sound like much at first, but if you savored them carefully, there was a strong note of mockery in them.

She wasn’t mocking them for not trusting her, but mocking them for slapping a "slanderer" label on her before they’d even seen the outcome.

Tiana Thorne leaned back in the wheelchair, playing with her left hand, drawing a small circle in her palm. She raised her brows, her eyes shimmering. "Even with Aaron Jennings here, it’s not enough. The original artist should be present too. Otherwise, people will say I’m using my family background to bully others again."

Someone in the crowd spoke up: "Yeah, since you’re accusing someone of plagiarism, the original creator needs to be here. Only then can we see whether it’s really plagiarism."

Aiden Shaw had already gotten Vincent Ford on the phone by the time she said this.

"Fourth, did you and Tiana get separated?"

Aiden kept it simple: "I’m over here with Aaron Jennings. Come over, there’s something going on."

"Okay, I’m coming right now."

After the call ended, everyone’s eyes turned to him.

It was Aiden Shaw who made the call—could it be that he knew the original artist?

This...

Some of the fans were puzzled too. Could it be that their idol really had plagiarized someone?

No way!

No way!

There had to be some kind of misunderstanding.

Everyone quieted down, no longer as aggressive and combative as before, and waited in silence.

They were uneasy about what might happen next.

Tiana lowered her voice so only he could hear: "Is Third Brother coming?"

"He’s on his way. Relax."

Tiana nodded. She hadn’t really been worried. With her fourth brother here, even if she didn’t say a word, he would never let anyone so easily steal Third Brother’s hard work.

In less than three minutes, she heard footsteps. She turned her wheelchair and just happened to see the man walking toward her.

Aiden Shaw gave a brief introduction: "Third Brother’s here."

Hearing that, Tiana felt a little surge of excitement.

Third Brother’s skin was very fair, making him stand out in the crowd. He wore a blue casual outfit, exuding an extraordinary, noble air.

His hair was styled back, with a few strands falling along both sides of his forehead, an irresistibly handsome look.

Thick, inky brows showed faintly; a pair of classic peach blossom eyes were covered by glasses, yet their charm still couldn’t be concealed.

When Vincent Ford lifted his gaze and looked over at her, there was a special kind of gentleness in his eyes.

It was as if he were marveling that the baby who had taken on countless forms under his brush was now already a graceful young woman.

There was also a kind of emotion there that made his dark eyes shine.

Beneath his straight nose, his lips had a faint, rosy hue. As he approached, he hooked his lips into a small smile.

That smile was like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds, dispelling the gloom, warming people’s hearts, natural and at ease.

His smile was contagious; just looking at him made people feel comfortable inside, deeply soothed.

She still found it hard to believe that the famous painter Mr. Castle was also her brother—and that he even had such a sinfully handsome face.

Suddenly, with such a dazzling man appearing, everyone turned to look at him and also caught the eye contact between him and Tiana.

They knew each other?

Could this man, who didn’t look that old yet was incredibly charismatic, be the "original artist" Tiana had mentioned?

Tiana’s lips curled up, her voice sweet: "Third Brother."

Everyone was stunned when they heard that.

Third Brother!!!!???????

The man Tiana called Third Brother—wasn’t he the son of Graham Ford and Rouge Jarvis?

Just how many sons did the Ford–Jarvis couple have?

The crowd was shocked, utterly thrown off balance.

Aiden Shaw patted his shoulder, then went straight to the point: "See this painting?"

Vincent Ford pushed up his glasses. He’d already noticed it when he was walking over just now.