Andrew flinched slightly, feeling somewhat annoyed. Sometimes, when a person fabricates a lie, they need countless other lies to cover it up. That statement was indeed true.

He was racking his brains, trying to figure out how to explain why a painting worth millions was hanging in his room when he saw Isabella reach out and touch the canvas, saying casually, "The imitation techniques nowadays are really good; replicas look exactly like the original."

"..." He was momentarily taken aback, then ...