Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 381

After taking a moment to steady herself, Marilyn turned around and shot the subordinate a furious glare. “Hey! What are you doing?” After taking a moment to steady herself, Marilyn turned around and shot the subordinate a furious glare. “Hey! What are you doing?”

The subordinate went pale when he saw that the painting was ruined.

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!” he apologized profusely with his head held low.

“I can't believe you just ruined one of Mr. Langdon's paintings, Marilyn! From what I've heard, Mr. Langdon would never collect any artifact that costs less than ten million, and the ones displayed here are all world-class, one-of-a-kind artifacts. You're done for this time!” Sylvena gloated while staring at the ruined painting on the floor.

Naturally, the commotion quickly drew the attention of the crowd around them.

“Isn't that The Last Meal by the famous artist Lazaro D'Amato? They say it's one of his iconic works of art! Nobody knows its whereabouts after a mysterious individual acquired it for three hundred million at an auction three years ago. Who would've known it'd end up here at this exhibit on the sixty-sixth floor? It's a truly remarkable painting, and yet, you guys destroyed it!” someone in the crowd exclaimed in shock after recognizing the painting and realizing its value. NôvelDrama.Org content.

The rest of the crowd gasped in shock and stared wide-eyed at Marilyn, who still had the sword in her hand.

That painting is worth three hundred million, and Marilyn had just ruined it completely!

Marilyn, too, went pale when she heard the person's words and saw the crowd glaring daggers at her.

“This isn't my fault! I only knocked the painting over because he bumped into me earlier!” Marilyn explained in a trembling voice while pointing at the subordinate, who was as white as a sheet at that point.

The subordinate took a few steps back in fear and panic when he realized the seriousness of the situation.

I only make a little over four thousand a month, and this painting was worth three hundred million three years ago. There's no telling how much the price has gone up by now! I could never pay that off even if I worked the rest of my life! No, I can't just let her pin this all on me! I have to do something!

Afraid of being held accountable for what happened, the look in the subordinate's eyes grew vicious as he pointed at Marilyn and protested, “She's lying! She accidentally destroyed the painting while swinging that sword around, but she's trying to pin the blame on me to avoid taking responsibility for her actions!”

Because Marilyn's mother was Zyaire's second wife, they were not respected in the Schmidt family at all. In fact, their statuses were lower than that of the subordinates, so it was unlikely that anyone would take Marilyn's side.

Sure enough, nobody seemed to believe Marilyn at all.

Not wanting to let such a golden opportunity slide, Sylvena was quick to chime in and back the

subordinate up.

“Yeah! I saw it too! She ruined the painting while she was playing with that sword earlier! Hey, Marilyn! Could you not try to blame someone else for your own wrongdoing? Just how shameless can you get?”

Since no one was paying them any attention earlier, they didn't see what really happened. That, combined with Marilyn's lowly status in the Schmidt family, led to the crowd believing Sylvena and the subordinate instead.

Sylvena and Marilyn are sisters, so Sylvena would have no reason to help a subordinate instead of her own family member. Therefore, Sylvena must be choosing to side with the truth instead of her sister!

“I knew they shouldn't be allowed here! I don't know how they managed to get in, but the recent scandal has already caused our stocks to plummet! It hasn't even been a few days, and she has caused us trouble again! I can't believe we need to pay hundreds of millions' worth of compensation! She's such a good-for-nothing! I'm ashamed to have her as part of the family!”

“Yeah! I don't even know why people like her exist! We should've all voted to have her exiled or something!”

Marilyn's other relatives from the Schmidt family were all insulting her as well.

“You guys...”

Marilyn was so angry that she trembled all over.

Even her father, Zyaire, refused to believe her and looked the other way.

Right as Marilyn was drowning in the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and despair, Harold walked up to her and held her trembling hand.

For some reason, the warmth of his hand gave her a comforting sense of security.

“They won't believe me, Harold!”

Marilyn was on the verge of breaking down in tears when she said that.

“That's fine; I believe you. Besides, it's just a painting! Have you forgotten who I am?” Harold replied calmly.