Scum Husband Became A Billionaire Genius

Critiques

As the laughter and various discussion was ongoing in the exhibition all by all who had gathered, , a mysterious figure dressed in pure white entered the venue.

The air shifted as the mysterious man began to stroll through the gallery, carefully examining each piece with an intensity that caught everyone's attention.

Henry, still explaining his art, sighted what the man was doing and whispered to Emily, "Looks like we got ourselves an art police who just arrived out of the blue. We better brace ourselves."

The mysterious man, with an air of authority, approached each piece, offering thoughtful critiques. His evaluations ranged from poetic praises to witty observations, adding a touch of sophistication to the evening.

When he reached Vanessa and Robert's art, the couple put on their best charm offensive, ready to win over the mysterious art critic.

Vanessa, with a coquettish smile, said, "Oh, we were hoping someone with a discerning eye would appreciate the beautiful essence of our work."

Robert, attempting to match his wife's charisma, added, "Indeed! It's a bold exploration of the symbiotic relationship between color and chaos."

The mysterious man, unimpressed, raised an eyebrow, "Bold, you say? More like a cacophony of confusion. The colors seem to be having a heated argument, and the chaos looks like it's about to break up with the canvas."

The room fell silent, and Vanessa's smile faltered.

Sensing an opportunity to redeem themselves, Robert hurriedly explained, "Well, you see, it's all about pushing boundaries. We wanted to challenge the conventional norms of art."

The man, unyielding, retorted, "Challenging norms is one thing; assaulting the senses is another. Your piece screams, but not in the way you intended."

A gasp rippled through the onlookers, and Henry couldn't resist muttering to Emily, "Looks like their art has been called useless by this man. Isn't that amazing?."

Vanessa, stung by the criticism, tried to save her face, "Well, art is subjective. Not everyone can appreciate the subtlety of our expression."

The mysterious man, now with a sarcastic grin, replied, "Subtlety? This is the artistic equivalent of shouting 'fire' in a library. It lacks finesse and finesse."

Robert, attempting to sweet-talk the critic, said, "But surely, you can see the raw emotion and passion we've infused into this piece."

The man leaned in, his gaze still looking at the art unimpressed, "Raw emotion, indeed. I'm afraid what you've captured here is the raw emotion of a toddler with a box of crayons."

The room erupted in stifled laughter, and even the more serious art enthusiasts couldn't help but crack a smile.

Vanessa, unable to bear the humiliation, lashed out, "You're just a pretentious critic who doesn't understand real art! Probably never created anything in your life."

"Ah, my dear, creating art is like making love. Some do it well, and some just talk about it. Judging by your piece, it seems you're more of a talker," The mysterious man, with a glint in his eye, responded.

The crowd burst into laughter, and even Emily couldn't help but giggle at the unexpected turn of events.

Vanessa, now seething, fired back, "You're just a nobody with an opinion. No one cares about your critiques."

The man, with a mock bow, retorted, "Ah, the beauty of anonymity – it allows me to speak the truth without worrying about hurting fragile egos. Unlike your art, my words leave a lasting impression."

The guests erupted into laughter, and Henry, thoroughly entertained, whispered to Emily, "Looks like Vanessa just got a crash course in humility."

As Vanessa fumed, the mysterious man gracefully went to another art, offering his honest critique in the art exhibition.

After walking around the exhibition room, the mysterious man finally got to where Henry had displayed his art and he stopped for a moment.

"Who owns this? The man questioned.