Vineyard Union
842 Words
The Parisian morning was bathed in a soft light as the sun pierced through the mist over the Seine River, casting a gentle glow on the ancient city. Elena stood by the river, gazing at the Sotheby's auction house across the water, her heart heavy with complex emotions. She knew that yesterday's actions were just the beginning, and the real challenges lay ahead.
Back in her temporary apartment, Elena changed into a simple dress, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders, and a light makeup on her face, disguised as an ordinary destitute painter. She stood in front of the mirror, meticulously checking her appearance to ensure every detail was perfect. She knew that today she would face a formidable opponent—Lucas Hawk.
Lucas Hawk was a name that resonated throughout the financial world of Paris. Not only was he a top-notch financial attorney, but he was also involved in numerous international business projects, wielding extensive influence and resources. And what Elena needed was the inheritance documents of the estate in his possession.
She took a deep breath, picked up her backpack, which contained several carefully painted works of art, her ticket to approaching Lucas. She left the apartment, hailed a taxi, and gave Lucas's address.
Lucas's apartment was located in a luxurious high-rise in the heart of Paris. From the outside, the building's modern architectural style contrasted sharply with the surrounding ancient structures. Elena entered the building, walked through the spacious lobby, and arrived in front of the elevator. She pressed the button, and the elevator doors slowly opened. She stepped inside.
As the elevator ascended, Elena's heartbeat quickened. She knew that every step she took next was crucial; the slightest mistake could expose her identity and even plunge her into danger. The elevator stopped at the top floor, and the doors opened. Elena walked down a luxuriously decorated corridor. At the end of the corridor was a massive oak door, inlaid with exquisite copper patterns.
She took a deep breath, walked up to the door, and gently knocked. After a moment, the door slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man in a black suit. His eyes were scrutinizing.
"Hello, may I help you?" the man asked politely.
"I'm Elena Clément, an artist. I'd like to see Mr. Lucas Hawk. I have some works I'd like to show him," Elena said with a faint smile, trying to sound as natural as possible.
The man looked her over and nodded slightly: "Please wait a moment, I'll let him know."
Elena stood at the door, her heart pounding so hard she felt almost suffocated. She knew that the next few minutes would be decisive for her fate. She clutched the strap of her backpack tightly, her fingers trembling slightly.
After a short while, the man returned, a smile on his face: "Mr. Hawk will see you now."
Elena took a deep breath and walked into Lucas's apartment. The interior was decorated in a modern yet luxurious style. Large floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of Paris. Lucas stood by the window, his back to the door, holding a cup of coffee, seemingly lost in thought.
"Elena Clément, is it?" Lucas's voice was deep and magnetic. He turned around, his eyes piercing as they fixed on Elena.
Elena nodded slightly, trying to keep her voice calm: "Yes, Mr. Hawk. I'm an artist, and I'd like to show you my works."
Lucas smiled and gestured for her to sit: "Please, have a seat. I'd be happy to take a look at your work."
Elena sat on the sofa and took out a painting from her backpack, carefully unfolding it. It was an oil painting depicting a vineyard in Bordeaux. In the painting, sunlight bathed the grapevines, which were laden with translucent grapes. In the distance, mountains loomed in the mist, full of poetry.
Lucas took the painting and examined it carefully. A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "This painting has a lot of artistic conception. You have a real talent for capturing the beauty of nature."
Elena smiled faintly: "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Hawk. I've loved painting since I was a child, and I hope to convey the beauty of nature to more people through my brush."
Lucas put the painting aside and turned his attention back to Elena: "Clément, you said your name is Clément. I remember the Clément family was once a prominent family in Bordeaux. Do you have any connection with them?"
Elena's heartbeat quickened, but she quickly composed herself: "Yes, Mr. Hawk. I am a descendant of the Clément family. My mother was the last heir of the Clément family. Unfortunately, she passed away when I was very young, and I had to survive in this world on my own."
Lucas's face showed a hint of surprise: "A descendant of the Clément family? That's quite unexpected. Your mother was...?"
"Marie Clément," Elena said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. "She was a remarkable woman, not only an outstanding painter but also a kind mother. After her death"
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