Veronica's POV
O'Donavan Master was still panicking, his voice cracking. "Stop! That's my painting! You're destroying my work!"
After hearing from Elder Philip that his son Lachlan worked as a police officer, he shouted from the stage, "Baker! Lachlan! Quick, arrest this lunatic!"
Lachlan rose to his feet. "Sorry, but this kind of case falls outside my jurisdiction."
His message was crystal clear: I could do whatever I pleased, and he wouldn't get involved. I could see the curiosity burning in his eyes, wondering why I was making such a scene.
"Quiet!" I snapped, my icy stare cutting through him. "I've signed the contract, so this painting is mine now. I'll do whatever I damn well please with it."
Everyone suddenly understood—I was deliberately stirring up trouble.
