Chapter 881: Marilyn Fears Her

Regan used to be a wealthy lady and had basic appreciation skills. She glanced over, "Those paintings are worthless. What makes them valuable her identity." Callie looked at a nearby notice board, which stated that after the exhibition, there would be a small auction, and all proceeds would be donated to impoverished areas. "Won't she get angry if you say that?" Regan propped her chin with one hand and glanced at Charlotte, who was socializing with Ahmad. "She has no say in this, unlike Marilyn." Her tone was dismissive, showing no respect. "And what about you?" Callie suddenly asked. Regan was taken aback, "What?" "Do you have more say than Marilyn?" Callie's dark pupils were serious as she looked at her. "Me?" Regan laughed awkwardly, "I'm just an outsider, working for them. I don't count." "I think you're quite capable. You should give it a try." Regan's smile became a bit awkward, and she didn't ask what exactly to try. After chatting for a while, Callie went to the re