Chapter 694 Victor, Shut Up!

"Carla, who's this?"

Andrea walked towards them while the two were conversing. She tilted her head at his direction, eyes scanning him from head to toe. He didn't look familiar.

"Mom, this is Steven. He's from the Su Family," Carla introduced. She held Andrea's arm, assisting her.

Steven stood up at the introduction, tilting his head in acknowledgement. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Aunt Andrea," he greeted politely.

When she heard the surname, her lips curled in thought. It was familiar, and she just couldn't put her finger on why it was so. In a few seconds, she clicked her fingers. "Mr. Su! Does that mean your father's Gary Su, the new mayor?"

"I..." Steven hesitated.

He didn't expect her, or anyone in that matter, to bring it up. Steven glanced at Carla whose eyebrows furrowed in thought. He still hadn't told her about his identity—who he really was. And now, it was all out in the open.

"Umm... yes!" Steven said in surprise. "You know him?"

From the way Andrea brought it up, it seemed that she knew him not only as a mayor but as an acquaintance.

Andrea nodded, "When I was younger, your father worked in HA City, so we crossed paths every now and then. It's been years since we last saw each other though. Oh! Your mother, how is she? Do send her my regards."

"I'll be sure to tell her. She's doing great," Steven beamed. He wasn't expecting them to be friends, and a part of him was worried that they didn't have the greatest history.

She smiled back. Just by seeing him, she could already tell that he was a well-rounded young man. It made sense, given that he was Gary's son.

While the two were talking, Carla decided to join in. She took a sip from her drink and turned to Steven.

"Mr. Su, now I'm wondering if our agreement still stands."

Steven whirled back at her. His eyes glinted at the challenge and shrugged, "It still does.

Once you recognize the painting, you win."

Now that he was aware that Andrea and his father's friendship went way back, he felt that it was now inappropriate to keep calling her Auntie. He tapped his finger on the table, thinking of what he could call her as.

Unaware of what was happening, Carla continued to stare at the paintings. She scanned the style to the little flecks of paint that scattered across the canvas. She needed to win this. "You're really sure you won't go back on your word when I find the painting?" she asked.

"Of course. But I do have to let you know that all these paintings are done by various outstanding painters across the country. No three paintings are done by the same person. It's not easy to distinguish my work from other painters,"

Steven continued. During the exhibition, there have been voting processes and expert commentaries on eve

my turn to cash in. What painting do you want? That's what you'll have."

"Seriously? Maybe I should join the lottery," she mused before pointing at one of the paintings.

"You're good at this! You didn't just guess, did you?" Steven shook his head with a smile. "You know that I paint scenery, so you canceled out the others."

Carla laughed in reply.

"Go on and pick your favorite." Though he was being nonchalant, his heart was already beating fast. His forehead creased slightly as he waited for her answer.

In order to draw the attention of the people, the gallery had invited two contemporary masterpieces. Carla wasn't an expert in painting, not aware of their value. Though that wasn't much of a problem at first, it was now.

Carla decided to take one of the two, pointing at the painting that was hanging at the entrance of the exhibition. It was grand, with its pillars decorated with swirls and engravings.

"That's impossible. That painting's just for display, Mrs. An. Pick another one, please!"

Victor refused at once.

He had stayed by Steven's side and worked for his boss for so long, so he had learnt much about paintings and arts. The two paintings at the front-door stand were worth about a million each.

If Carla insisted on her choice, she was no different from thieves—getting things they never deserved. At least, that was what Victor thought.

"Victor, shut up!" Steven shot a glare before turning to Carla. "You got it. A moment please." Without another word, he walked towards the head office.

Victor grew anxious, as he saw his boss leaving. He walked to Carla and begged, "Mrs. An, please don't embarrass us! This is really a big ask. Can you pick another one? We couldn't afford to pay for that painting."

"Really? But he promised me. I didn't force him."

Carla's eyes widened innocently.