Lance Steel was not nervous and sneered, "Miss Evans, considering your youth, I can give you one chance. As long as you admit your mistake, we'll drop this matter. After all, regardless of status or reputation, you cannot compare to me. Continuing this nonsense will do you no good."
Xaviera Evans was almost laughed by anger. Lance Steel really has no shame. He pretended to persuade her but was actually provoking her. Even if the work was really hers, who would believe it?
At this moment, the art hall fell silent, and everyone looked at each other as the situation came to a stalemate.
Joan Lentz's face darkened, and she stepped forward impatiently, "Miss Evans, I know that you've been wronged and feel resentful, but the truth is already evident. Everyone knows that this calligraphy is Mr. Lance Steel's work. So why are you making a scene? I advise you to apologize to Mr. Steel promptly, or you may ruin your reputation!"