Chapter 130

Baxter truly felt for Cilix.

He knew the man had wanted to donate the painting, but no matter how much empathy he felt, a fake was a fake.

It just could not be accepted as a real artifact. The whole point of a donation would be lost.

Baxter rubbed his nose, a nervous habit, and offered a compromise.

"This painting is a copy, sure, but it's so close to the real deal that it could fool anyone. It's got some value for study. The museum could buy it from you instead, Mr. Sanders. What do you say?"

Baxter hinted that the donation was off the table, and the price would be modest at best.

Cilix's face lost some of its color as he smiled wryly. "If it's valuable for research, then I insist it goes to the museum. In the hands of a regular guy like me, it's pretty much worthless."

Baxter winced. "Then, the donation certificate will have to be a plain one."

Cilix dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "For a replica? It doesn't need a fancy certificate."

Relieved, Baxter grasped Ci