Chapter 65

Kyle was stunned. What was wrong with this person? Was it really that hard to understand him? The son of the Rivas family was an idiot. Good thing Elisa was in charge now. If it were Enzo, the Rivas family wouldn't last three days.

Beside him, Faith instantly understood and began removing her jewelry. Kyle quickly raised his hand to stop her. "Hey, Mr. Rivas, do you not understand the layman's language?"

Seeing Kyle's displeasure, Enzo swallowed nervously and stammered, "Uh, Mr. Archer, you mean add an auction item? Sure. I can decide that for my sister."

"Good. Then do me a favor—go check if the money has arrived. Also, prepare a sheet of fine art paper, along with a set of paintbrushes and ink. Don't think about anything else, and don't do anything else. Got it?"

Kyle's tone made it clear that if Enzo didn't follow instructions, or again took matters into his own hands, Kyle would seriously consider confronting him. How had the Rivas family gotten to where they were with people like this around?

Enzo, however, was puzzled. What was Kyle trying to do? Was he planning to paint something himself and auction it for sixty million dollars? Who did he think he was fooling? That earlier painting was the final masterpiece of an old master, and the sixty-million-dollar price tag only came about because Kyle had maliciously driven up the bid.

Although Enzo was filled with doubt and disdain, he didn't show it. Instead, he returned to the stage and whispered to Elisa.

Hearing this, Elisa looked equally surprised. But she didn't hesitate to nod and instructed Enzo to follow Kyle's directions. Nothing else mattered. Whatever Kyle wanted to do, he could do. Even if Kyle didn't have the money, once he finished, she would personally buy it. After all, the goal today was simple—Kyle's pride had to remain intact.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give us a moment as we prepare an additional auction item," Enzo announced. The room erupted in murmurs. Everyone was in disbelief. How had things turned out like this? But more than anything, they were curious—what exactly was Kyle up to?

Belle shook her head in disgust. "Does he really think he can fool everyone with cheap tricks? It's nauseating. If you don't have money, just say so. Who is he trying to convince with this 'transfer in a moment' nonsense? Is he even fooling himself at this point? Causing trouble is one thing, but now he's digging his own grave. I'd really like to see how he plans to produce something worth sixty million dollars."

Beside her, Chloe frowned worriedly. "It's not going to be that fake Snow White Love jewelry, is it? Even if it's fake, the craftsmanship is excellent. It could pass for the real thing."

Belle waved her hand dismissively. "Does he think we're all blind? Do you think we can't tell the difference between real and fake? If he dares to bring that out, we'll expose him on the spot. Let's see how he talks his way out of it then!"

"Now that you mention it, I kind of hope he does try that. Can you imagine Faith having to cough it up? She'd be humiliated, miserable, and probably lose faith in him." All Belle and Chloe could think of—in fact, everyone in the room had the idea that Kyle's only option was Faith's jewelry. It was the only thing he could possibly auction off for sixty million dollars.

A table had already been set up, with fine art paper, along with paintbrushes and ink, laid out nearly on top. For a moment, the room fell into a dead silence. All eyes were on Kyle, filled with confusion and disbelief. What was he planning to do with this? Was he really going to paint something and auction it for sixty million dollars? After all, no one had ever heard of Kyle Archer in the world of calligraphy or painting.