"This is fake?" Someone in the crowd protested, "The painting looks so lifelike, how could it be fake?"
"You can tell just by looking at the paper." Melody Thorne let out a soft laugh. "Maybe Miss Han doesn't even know it's fake, so she's been treasuring it like some precious collectible!"
"Even if it's fake, as long as the real one never appears, it's still priceless. Just getting to see it today is an eye-opener!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's not like we'd ever get to see the real one anyway!"
"You guys, help me put away this shabby thing. I'm going to hire an artist to paint an identical copy." Melody Thorne pointed at a few bodyguards not far away.
"Yes, ma'am."
Han Shan stepped back, trying to tear off a corner, but Melody Thorne grabbed her arm in one swift move. "Miss Han, sure, we had a bit of an unpleasant spat, but that doesn't have to affect our relationship, does it? Come on, let's go have a couple of drinks."
The crowd: "..."
