, The National Famous Artists’ Exhibition opened in the T City Exhibition Hall, a location not at the center, yet transportation was equally developed.
Titus Zane was alone in the exhibition hall, dressed in a gemstone blue velvet tracksuit, with a ponytail, looking every bit like a college student.
Titus Zane stopped in front of an oil painting, a static portrait of a person.
The woman in the painting was serene and elegant, sitting on a wicker chair, her lips turned up slightly in a happy curve...
Perhaps because she hadn’t smiled cheerfully for so long, Titus Zane’s gaze lingered on the smiling lips of the girl in the painting, unmoved for a long time.
She thought that this girl must be happy, as could be seen from the smile on her lips.
The girl wore a light pink dress, peep-toe shoes, with toenails that had been beautifully manicured, painted with colored nail polish, and inlaid with rhinestones, each sparkling brightly under the crystal chandelier above the exhibition hall.
Titus Zane’s lips curved slightly, thinking that the one who painted such a warm scene must be the lover of the girl in the painting, because every painter would portray the most beautiful aspects of their loved ones in their work.
Just about to look at the signature in the corner of the painting, a pleasant voice sounded from behind.
"Titus Zane?" It wasn’t a very familiar call, nor was it said with certainty.
Titus Zane turned around and stared at the approaching woman, taken aback for a moment.
She didn’t remember knowing this woman, who appeared enthusiastic, generous, confident, and full of vitality.
This was Titus Zane’s assessment of the woman coming towards her.
"How come? Don’t you remember me?" Mia Foster approached Titus Zane and asked with a smile.
"I’m sorry, I..." Titus Zane twisted her lips awkwardly, feeling that the woman’s face was familiar but still unable to recall where she had seen her.
"You really are forgetful!" Mia Foster took Titus Zane’s hands familiarly, tilted her head, and winked, saying, "You forgot, you even attended my engagement banquet."
Titus Zane realized that this was Felix Shaw’s fiancée.
She smiled and said, "Sorry, I’m a bit forgetful, so..."
Before she could finish, Mia Foster interrupted her, "Alright, we’ve only met once, so it’s understandable that you don’t remember." Saying so, she casually pulled Titus Zane’s hand and walked towards another place.
"I heard you’re quite knowledgeable about oil paintings; I’m actually looking to buy a few for my collection. Could you help me see which ones have collectible value and are rich in artistic atmosphere?"
Titus Zane glanced subtly at her wrist tightly grasped by Mia Foster, smiled modestly, and said, "I only know a little bit. If you want to collect, it’s better to ask an expert for help, that’ll be above me."
Mia Foster stopped, looked back at Titus Zane with a playful scolding tone, "Being modest, aren’t we?"
"Not at all, I really don’t know much." Titus Zane bent her lips, her courteous politeness carrying a hint of distance.
Although she attended Felix Shaw’s engagement banquet, she had never interacted with the couple. But Mia Foster claimed to recognize her, and Titus Zane’s first thought was the complicated relationship between herself, Nathan Moore, and her sister Olivia Zane, which was known to all of Nathan’s friends.
Even though they wouldn’t say anything to her face, it might well be a subject of their idle gossip.
After all, the three of them were often seen together, hard to not draw attention, and moreover, she was the one who sat in the wedding car and married Nathan Moore in her sister’s place.
Thus, in front of Mia Foster, Titus Zane felt an indescribable sense of vulnerability.