From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1119

?Chapter 1119: 512 Green Water_3 Chapter 1119: 512 Green Water_3 There was nothing particularly remarkable about her expression.

If one was looking closely they could even spot a fleeting hint of disappointment in Georgia Kiley’s eyes.

A troubled mind, a hesitant brushstroke, words free of mistakes, all of these spoke volumes about her regrets.

Charlotte Aria was studying Georgia’s expression intently, as Georgia lifted her eyes and met Charlotte’s gaze.

Those eyes, deep and dark, were like a mysterious black hole; any hidden motives or thoughts were laid bare under their scrutiny.

A slight tremor went through Charlotte, and with a perfectly timed elegant smile on her face, she grit her teeth deeply into her palm, reminding herself to stay rational.

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Even a little hesitation could sabotage all her efforts.

The auctioneer was prepared for Georgia’s indifference.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be Master Georgia.

“Being praised by the master must be a great encouragement for Ms.

Aria.”

Charlotte Aria responded amicably, “Thank you for your encouragement, Master.

I will continue to strive.”

From today onward, this piece of ink treasure would remain in the auction house, enhancing Charlotte’s reputation tremendously.

From now on, everyone will know about the exceptional young woman from the Aria family, Charlotte Aria – a talented beauty, as impressive as her grandmother.

The applause thundered from the audience while Charlotte Aria left the stage, her face a shade of bitter disappointment.

Cello Cook asked with a smile, “The Aria girl is highly talented.

You’re looking for a successor, what do you think of her?”

Matthew Aria nearly strained his ears to hear better.

If only the timing was right, he would have hugged Cello Cook out of sheer joy.

Georgia Kiley massaged her brow briefly, responding coolly, “Calligraphy is pure and should not be tainted with miscellaneous concerns.”

In other words, she lacks purity.

In the end, she’s been misjudged.

Cello Cook raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and didn’t say anything more.

Matthew Aria sighed.

From his standpoint, it wasn’t appropriate for him to say anything else.

Clearly, Charlotte’s performance tonight was flawless.

Yet, she failed to impress Georgia.

Was it because his daughter was mediocre or was Georgia’s expectations too high?

This woman and the old lady have a long-standing relationship.

Cello Cook probably meant to save face for her as well.

Given all these factors, it was only natural for her to accept.

Charlotte’s talent and standing wouldn’t tarnish her reputation, but even enhance it.

But what did this woman say?

Tainted with all sorts of messy things?

She’s implying something.

Charlotte Aria sat in her seat, her gaze falling gently as her fingernails dug deeply into her palm under her sleeve.

The pain woke her and cleared her mind more than ever before.

Seraphina Parker sighed, “Master Georgia has quite high standards.

I wonder who can satisfy her?”

Esther had good eyesight and managed to take a quick look at Charlotte’s work earlier.

She had also learned calligraphy from a young age, and while she didn’t achieve much, she still had some discerning abilities.

The young Miss Aria was smart and her talent was unparalleled for her age, but her biggest problem was impatience.

The saying ‘a person’s handwriting reflects their character’ was particularly applicable here.

It showcased her talents and exposed her recklessness all too clearly.

You have to admit that older people do tend to be wiser.

The second auction item was an ancient painting by a famous artist, which ended up in Violetta Gartia’s possession.

Catherine Liam expressed her surprise, saying, “It’s Professor Gartia, a professor in the mathematics department who also knows literature.”

Esther gave a slight smile.

The senior student was a pillar of the literary society in his college days.

He managed to perfectly meld the romantic sensibility of literature with the rationality precision of mathematics, creating a new version of himself.

Mysterious, melancholy and solitary.

Kelly Martinez gave a surreptitious thumbs-up to Violetta Gartia, “Professor Gartia, you really do know how to keep secrets.”

The auctioneer had stipulated that winning the bid required leaving behind something valuable, that would then be gifted to him.

Violetta Gartia took out an emerald bead the size of a goose egg, pure and transparent, glowing under the light as if illuminated by moonlight.

The auctioneer’s voice faltered a little, “Is it the legendary “South Sea Pearl?”

It was rumored that there were only two in existence, Green Hills and Clear Waters.

Judging from its color, this must be the “Clear Waters”, a treasure of immeasurable value.

Astonishingly, Violetta Gartia had just brought it out casually.

Kelly was stunned, her gaze glued to the emerald in Violetta’s hand.

Its green hue was mesmerizing.

It was like a pure dream, easy to get lost in.

Aubree Groove too became bewitched momentarily by the bead.

Suddenly, she turned to look at Kelly.

Kelly scratched her head and turned to Aubree.

Seeming to understand Aubree’s doubts, she whispered, “And yours?”

Aubree shook her head, “There’s no need to doubt, it’s the “Clear Waters.”

Kelly started, slapping her own head, “What the hell?

This is crazy.”

Violetta Gartia responded with a small smile, “Really?

It sounds like quite a treasure.

A friend owed me something, and gave me this to repay his debt.”

The auctioneer exclaimed in disbelief, “Did your friend owe you his life?”

Kelly was speechless.

When had she ever owed anyone anything that they’d have to repay with a “Clear Waters”?

It’s impossible.

It must have been stolen.