"Just stating the obvious," Lilah replied calmly. "But I'll refrain if it's unwelcome."

Matthew, grasping Lilah's arm, interjected, "Enough, Lilah."

He had always considered Lilah average in discernment, assuming her accusation stemmed from distaste for Marlene's arrogance.

Marlene sneered. "Prove it. Point out the fakes, or admit to slander."

Lilah strode toward a landscape painting and pointed at it. "This one."

Marlene glanced at the painting and smiled triumphantly. “It's an antique my grandfather bought for eight million dollars. It can't be fake. Lilah, don't be so pretentious. It's understandable that you are jealous that our family is richer than yours. But you need to do away with your penchant for talking nonsense."

“Really? This is the painting of Amis Martin, isn't it?"

Marlene huffed and rolled her eyes. “Well, at least you know something about the painting."

“If you've seen any of Amis' other work, you'll realize what a piece of crap this one is. The imitation of the strokes is very good, but the artistic conception is far from perfect."

Marlene furrowed her brow and started to say something, but Lilah beat her to it. She added, “Plus, the painting next to it isn't exactly an imitation. But it's the lower Layer of the canvas being masqueraded as the real thing. If you paid as much as you would for an original artwork, doesn't that sound like a scam? This one is also..."

Lilah eloquently explained the attributes and faults of each painting.

The conclusion of Lilah's monologue was that half of the paintings here were fake.

Marlene's face was as red as a tomato. She growled and stomped her foot on the floor. “Shut up!"

How could Lilah be such a proficient liar? No matter, Marlene would prove to everyone here that Lilah was lying. She turned to her grandfather and demanded, “Grandpa, get a painting expert down here right now. Lilah is so pretentious."

However, Waylon didn't share her righteous anger. He frowned thoughtfully and habitually glanced at the paintings. Of course, he already knew that the paintings Lilah pointed out were indeed fake.

But he also knew that the forgers were really good mimics, so anyone who didn't know anything about paintings could still appreciate the paintings without realizing they were fakes.

Yet, here was Lilah who had not only pointed out the few fake paintings but also found other questionable ones.

Obviously, Lilah really knew paintings.

“There's no need to be so serious. Matthew, since your daughter is very interested in painting, you should put her in an art class,"

Waylon rumbled, staring at Matthew with a haughty smile.

Something about Waylon's tone made Matthew feel oppressed and he hurriedly said, "She's just kidding."

Lilah nodded and said, "Yes. Please don't change these paintings. I can tell whether they are fake or not, but that does not mean that other people will be able to do the same."

The expression in Waylon's eyes flickered.

Two days from now, a big client would come to have dinner in his house. If the client recognized the paintings to be fake the same way Lilah just did, Waylon would be absolutely embarrassed.