“Ethan deceived the agency for years, letting this so-called ‘shadow’ create his work. From what I found, aside from a few pieces, the rest were made by the shadow.”
“Tell me, superstar—am I slandering you?” I smiled brightly at him.
“It’s not true! Don’t listen to her—it’s all fake!”
Ethan flushed scarlet and pleaded with the audience.
They ignored him; their mutters rose up clearly enough:
“I must’ve been blind, paying for a thief’s work. Who did I think he was—some all-around prodigy? I want my money back. Call the boys and put the fear of God in him.”
“Knew he looked shifty. I only backed him for Ms. Summers’ sake. If he doesn’t return every cent, get those enforcers to break his hands.”
“What’s she doing all this for, anyway? If they go down together, she won’t get much either…”
