Sebastian watched the two people confronting each other quietly.

He had thought Daniela would be out of her element at this kind of occasion, but she was surprisingly composed.

Thinking of how she had not been taken advantage of at the company, he suddenly realized that Daniela was quite good at everything except cooking delicious food.

Sofia, on the other hand, was not as steady.

Seeing Sofia's pale face and her swaying body, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

He stepped forward and handed a glass of champagne to Daniela: "Do you like this painting? I'll take a picture for you later?"

Daniela looked at the champagne in her hand and smiled silently: "Who doesn't like such a treasure. But, let it go to the people who really need it."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow: "Then what do you like? Feel free to take pictures later."

Daniela smiled and said nothing.

Because Sebastian had joined the conversation, no one said anything more.

Diego directly pulled Sofia away.

Sofia stared at Sebastian intently, noticing that he hadn't even looked at her, her heart filled with resentment and hatred.

She wasn't going to give up!

After the crowd dispersed, Daniela said coldly, "Mr. Romero, Sofia has been successfully rescued. You can go now."

When Sofia was making things difficult for her, he remained silent. But when she fought back, he came over to help Sofia.

Did he really think she was that stupid?

Sebastian frowned and said in a low voice, "This is outside. Be careful."

Who should be careful!

Daniela almost couldn't help but argue with him.

Lucas suddenly spoke up: "Daniela, tell us more about this painting."

Hearing this, Daniela turned around directly, not giving Sebastian a single glance.

Sebastian wanted to say something, but someone called him from the side, so he missed the opportunity.

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Lucas pulled Daniela to the side, took the champagne from her hand, and replaced it with a glass of orange juice.

The sweet and sour taste entered her mouth, and Daniela's heart finally felt a little better.

"Lucas, I'm bothering you again."

Lucas smiled gently: "How can this be considered bothering me? If I hadn't wanted to see the painting, we wouldn't have gotten into this situation."

Daniela pouted: "No, no, no, this should be blamed on Sofia. She had to come out and make trouble."

Lucas laughed.

Daniela looked around and found that no one around them noticed them, so she gestured for Lucas to get closer: "The painting looks good in photos, but we need to see the real thing to know for sure. Lucas... well, you can also see if there are any other paintings that catch your eye."

She had calmed down from her initial excitement.

Lucas was curious about the reason for the change in her emotions.

Did she really realize there was something wrong with the painting?

Generally speaking, the probability of counterfeit goods appearing in auction houses is very low. All auction houses have experienced appraisers behind them.

With the combination of technology and experience today, it is almost impossible to create counterfeit goods that can fool them.

If this was a counterfeit, it would have to be incredibly realistic, to the point that even the auction house's expert team couldn't tell the difference. How did Daniela know?

Having doubts in his mind, Lucas didn't ask, but simply said with a smile: "Let's sit together during the auction."

Daniela nodded.

The two continued to browse the auction items together.

Sebastian watched from afar as the two smiled and whispered about various items, unable to help but clench the champagne in his hand.

"Clack".

The tall glass shattered in his hand, the champagne spilling onto Sebastian's hand and "plop" onto the ground.

People around them were startled and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Romero, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Sebastian came back to his senses, calmly put the things on the tray brought by the waiter, and wiped his hands.

In the distance, Daniela and Lucas were still looking at the auction items, completely unaware of the commotion here.

Sebastian pursed his lips: "Excuse me."

He left the crowd and walked towards the restroom.

The hand that had been wet with champagne involuntarily clenched into a fist.

At the entrance to the bathroom, Sofia was looking at him with red eyes, extremely distressed.