Ivan Horne glanced at Mr. Aiken, whose old face burned intensely with embarrassment, and the only thing he could do was smile.
"Miss Lia, those people lack appreciation skills. Your paintings are truly excellent. I'll bring some friends who appreciate art to visit your gallery someday; you don't need to offer them any discounts, they aren't short on money."
Ivan's words made Lia Aiken chuckle, and she graciously replied, "Then I must thank you in advance, Mr. Horne."
With Ivan Horne's status, his friends indeed aren't short of money.
"Mr. Horne, you're about to travel, right? I'm sorry for taking up too much of your time," Lia apologized. "If we meet again someday, I'll treat you to a meal to thank you in advance for promoting my art."
Ivan felt that Lia Aiken's smile was beautiful, and her smile was somehow still serene despite its brilliance, a genuine smile without showing teeth.
