"That's mine."
Anderson replayed her statement in his mind for a long time.
What was the connection between Rebecca and the painting. He had seen a flicker of possession flash through her eyes as she spoke.
He made a mental note to ask her when they were alone.
The rest of the auction passed in a blur. The rest of the bids were a bit underwhelming. None made the numbers which the painting made.
The auction finally came to an end.
Clara didn't stick around to cause troubles as she practically fled from the hall. Ironically, she didn't walk out with any item as she was practically outbid by various competitors.
After settling the payment, Anderson and Rebecca walked out, followed by Julian.
Rebecca was quiet as they walked to the car lot. The painting was held close to her chest, her grip around it tight.
"Becca," Julian started. "Since when were you a fan of painting?"
Rebecca glanced at him. She pursed her lips, unwilling to give an answer.
