Baxter's expression darkened.

"What do you mean? Don't presume flattery grants you free rein!"

Rosalynn opened her mouth to respond, but a man's cold, haughty voice spoke up first.

"With my support, she has free rein. | dare anyone to challenge her!" Brian's words were both domineering and assertive.

Rosalynn’s heart raced involuntarily.

She steadied herself, avoiding Brian's gaze, and saw Baxter's sour expression.

"Your unsuitability as a partner stems from the following. First, you duped Dayana with a counterfeit painting. Such dishonesty is inexcusable."

At this, Baxter's brow furrowed.

"Rosalynn, stop talking nonsense!"

“| assure you, I'm not. Dayana, every one of Christopher's paintings bears an invisible signature."

Rosalynn glanced at Dayana, then pulled up a video on her phone.

The clip showcased the landscape painting's final signing process.

Above the flame, a line of minuscule black text emerged at the painting's edge.

It was Christopher's signature.

Astonished, Dayana gasped, "Wow! | didn't expect the painting to have an invisible signature.”

Rosalynn couldn't help but smile with pride.

Unbeknownst to anyone, she was the mastermind behind this innovative method of signing.

The invisible ink, too, was her discovery.

She found it to be not only an effective deterrent against forgery, but also intriguing.

Christopher had once praised her ingenuity, calling her a clever girl with a knack for unconventional techniques.

“This can't be! Rosalynn, how do | know the painting on your phone is genuine? What if you staged the signing process?"

Though his face darkened further, Baxter refused to concede.