Joan Lentz frowned but still answered respectfully: "Mr. Uland, the artistic conception of this work can't be created by a twenty-year-old girl. Coincidentally, I heard that Mr. Steel lost a piece of calligraphy, so I took this piece to ask him. It turned out to be the one he lost. I don't know why it ended up in Miss Evans' hands, but it's enough to prove that she stole Mr. Steel's work!"
"Ha..." Page Uland sneered: "Just because Lance Steel says it's his work, it doesn't make it so. Didn't Miss Evans create an even more perfect piece? She has already proven herself with her skills. There is no need for her to steal Lance Steel's work."
Joan Lentz's face darkened, and he continued with furrowed brows: "Mr. Uland, the piece of calligraphy that Miss Evans wrote on the spot was a copy of Mr. Steel's work. It proves that she indeed has talent, but she's just a twenty-year-old girl. How could she create such a perfect piece?"
Bang!
