Chapter 1286: Chapter 1288 The Calligraphist

Abel could only give up.

Emmeline took the largest brush, dipped it in thick ink, and swiftly wrote eight large. characters on the paper, emanating a rich ink scent.

The content was simple but in harmony with the occasion: Fortune as vast as the eastern sea, longevity greater than the southern mountains.

Oscar clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Well done! I’m already impressed that you can flourish these few words, Emmeline.”

The elder genuinely never expected a trendy and fashionable young woman like Emmeline to be proficient in classic calligraphy. She even did exceptionally well at that!

“Old Mr. Ryker,” Sonia glanced at the long piece of paper and was secretly impressed. However, she expresses discontent instead, “This is Aurora Winters’ style, isn’t it? She merely imitated her, no originality.”

“Yes.” Oscar nodded. “Aurora Winters is a rising star in the international calligraphy scene, and Emmeline’s imitation is quite remarkable.”

“I have to hand it to you, Ms. Steiner, Emmeline said to Sonia, “I didn’t think you’d know Aurora’s writing.”

“So what if you’re an expert copyist?!” Sonia raised her chin. “Show some originality if you’re so capable!”

“Haha!” Emmeline guffawed. “But I’m not done yet. No signature means it’s a draft. Why so agitated?”

“And you have the humility to put your name down on the paper?” Sonia retorted, “Don’t make a fool of yourself!”

“Well, I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Emmeline replied, “A piece of work needs a beginning and an end. Without a signature, it’s like incomplete work; that’s not good!”

With that, she picked up a medium-sized stamp and wrote the date and location before. producing a seal from her jacket pocket, stamping it on a black space of the paper, pressing down firmly.

When she put away the large seal, a vivid crimson seal imprint stood prominently on the paper.

Abel was the first to look, and he read out, “Aurora Winters.”

What?! Oscar, Sonia, and the knowledgeable guests nearby were all stunned. Aurora Winters? This young lady is Aurora Winters, the international calligraphist who won a gold award?

“How can you steal Aurora Winters’ seal?! You’ll be thrown into jail!” Sonia accused Emmeline despite being flustered.

“Why would I need to steal?” Emmeline smiled. “This is mine in the first place.”

Sonia fell silent at once.

Emmeline took out the seal, uncapped it, and said, “It’s a genuine item. Would you like to verify it on the spot, Ms. Steiner?”

“Let me see it!” Oscar said with authority.

He kept a couple of Aurora’s calligraphy pieces in his study, and he was more familiar with the seal than anyone else.

Abel took the seal from Emmeline and handed it to Oscar, saying, “Grandfather, please hav a look.”

Oscar took the seal and carefully examined it, making Sonia a nervous wreck.

“Yes, it’s Aurora Winters’ seal,” Oscar nodded. “Emmeline, you’re a calligraphist?!”

Sonia’s face turned pale, and she stumbled a couple of steps before her mother steadied her “You lost again, Ms. Steiner,” Emmeline smiled at Sonia. “Didn’t you say the loser has to barl like a dog? Well, everyone’s waiting!”

As if I’d actually do that! Sonia was unwilling. She could never hold her head high again if she barked like a dog in front of all the distinguished families of Struyria.

“Why make a bet when you never intended to adhere to it?” Abel snorted disdainfully. “What a bunch of crap!”

Abel called me a bunch of crap?! Sonia’s vision suddenly went black, and she nearly passed out.

“Let’s just forget about the punishment,” Oscar intervened, “Sonia’s a girl at the end of the day. It wouldn’t look good for her.”

“Grandfather,” Emmeline argued. “She started the bet herself. I’d have to bark if I lost, wouldn’t I? You have to be fair.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” Abel fanned the flames. “Emma is your granddaughter-in-law. How can you favor outsiders and let your family suffer?”

Oscar was rendered speechless, and he waved to Sonia, saying, “Sonia, since everyone insists, just bark a couple of times and treat it as child’s play.”

Tears welled up in Sonia’s eyes as she muttered, “Old Mr. Ryker…”