Anthony immediately recognized Angela's reaction—it confirmed the painting was authentic.
Angela turned to Mr. Ford with a warm smile. "Thank you so much." Then, without missing a beat, she gracefully led Bradley away.
What followed was a tedious, drawn-out appraisal session. Angela was growing restless; all she wanted was to get this over with and head home for some much-needed sleep.
After enduring another ten minutes, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed. She knew this was the host's signal that the painting was about to be taken away. Their chance had finally arrived.
Angela subtly slipped her arm out of Bradley's. "I think I've done more than enough for appearances tonight. Excuse me, Mr. Harrison."
Bradley felt her pull away, and with her departure, a hollow ache spread throug
