The hall erupted into chaos.
Iris stared at Charles in disbelief and noticed the Hamilton couple at Table 1 looking extremely displeased.
Charles even began to describe the details of the painting.
Iris quickly returned to Table 2, concerned about the expressions on the Hamilton couple's faces. She tugged at Charles' sleeve, trying to subtly warn him.
Charles didn't stop talking but gently patted Iris' hand, as if to say, "Relax. I got this."
Since when did they have this unspoken understanding?
"Actually, before Iris stood up, I was debating whether to bid on this painting," Charles said calmly. "After all, a replica gains value when placed alongside the original. And I suspect it might be Tassi's confession piece." Charles shrugged. "Who knows?"
To Iris' astonishment, the people i
