Chapter 65 Who Dares to Touch Her
Samuel had just been wondering who was living so recklessly that they dared to cause trouble on his turf.
Now seeing Amelia surrounded by the crowd, his spine suddenly tensed up.
His originally expressionless handsome face showed obvious coldness, his eyes locked tightly on the group of people surrounding Amelia.
An unprecedented anxiety and anger surged in his heart, like a fire spreading through his chest, almost breaking through the restraints of reason.
Without waiting for York to make a move, he took the lead and rushed toward the crowd.
However, before he could do anything, an elderly but vigorous voice suddenly rang out,
"I'd like to see who dares to call the police!"
The voice came from Geraldo.
Although he had taken Amelia as his teacher, since Amelia was busy with many things, he hadn't seen her for over a year and was very excited.
It was precisely because he was too excited that he had even felt a pain in his chest earlier, which prevented him from immediately rushing forward to clear things up for her when Amelia was being questioned.
Now that the stabbing pain in his chest had finally disappeared, he immediately pushed through the crowd and stood in front of Amelia.
"I'd like to see who dares to touch her!"
Samuel's steps came to a halt.
It seemed like... his lines had been stolen by someone else?
Not only was Samuel stunned, but the onlooking crowd was also completely stunned.
Their faces showed obvious confusion, not understanding why Geraldo would help Amelia.
After all, not only had Amelia been pointing fingers at Geraldo's paintings, she was also a bad person impersonating Taylor.
Niamh was the first to speak.
"Mr. McGinnis, why are you still helping her?"
Had Geraldo gone crazy?
Or was he, despite his age, still having thoughts about matters between men and women, and had his heart moved by Amelia's beauty?
Someone in the crowd remembered that Geraldo had said publicly that Taylor was his teacher.
So they immediately followed Niamh's lead: "Yeah, Mr. McGinnis, why are you helping someone who's impersonating your teacher?"
Geraldo trembled with anger.
But his originally slightly hunched back straightened unusually straight.
Unable to bear it any longer, he said loudly: "Have you all made enough trouble? She's not impersonating anyone. She is the genuine Taylor, my teacher!"
The moment his words fell, the scene immediately became silent.
Everyone was stunned.
Including Samuel.
He had guessed that Amelia's handwriting was very similar to Taylor's, but because the outside world said Taylor was a man, although he had suspected it, he quickly denied his own suspicions.
And now, Geraldo was publicly saying that Amelia was Taylor?
His originally clenched fists slowly relaxed.
It seemed that today, he wouldn't need to play the hero saving the beauty.
It was both a relief and a regret.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, one that even he couldn't read.
Niamh was so shocked her jaw nearly dropped.
Amelia was Taylor?
What kind of joke was this!
She struggled to find her voice and asked: "Mr. McGinnis, you're not mistaken, are you? Or did I hear wrong?"
Geraldo stared at Niamh with disgust.
If Niamh hadn't been blocking him all along, he would have recognized Amelia long ago!
If he had recognized Amelia, how would he have dared to disrespectfully call Amelia "lady" over and over?
That was so disrespectful!
Geraldo's generation respected teachers even more than their own biological parents.
At this moment, hearing Niamh still dare to question Amelia's identity, his expression completely changed.
"Although I'm old and my eyesight isn't what it used to be, I'm not so senile that I can't recognize my own teacher! I dare to stake my reputation on it - she is indeed my teacher, Taylor!"
With these words, no one dared to question Amelia's identity anymore.
After all, the person vouching for Amelia was Geraldo.
Geraldo wouldn't joke around with his own reputation.
Even though they still found it hard to believe that Taylor was actually a girl, and such a young girl at that.
"Ms. Adams and I haven't seen each other for over a year. Just now you were blocking me, so I couldn't recognize her right away. That was my mistake. But now if anyone still questions my teacher's identity, they're questioning Geraldo's character!"
The crowd looked at each other.
Just then, Brandon Robinson, the curator of Luminance Art Gallery, also came over after hearing the commotion.
Just as he was about to figure out what was going on, he saw Amelia, and his eyes immediately lit up. He quickly squeezed through the crowd to Amelia and bowed deeply to her with respect.
"Ms. Adams! Long time no see! Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would have personally gone to the entrance to greet you!"
If Geraldo's words were a bombshell, then Brandon's words were even more shocking.
Two industry giants both calling Amelia "Ms. Adams" completely confirmed her identity.
At this moment, no one doubted anymore that Amelia was Taylor.
Almost immediately, the crowd began apologizing to Amelia one after another.
"I'm sorry, Taylor, we didn't know you were Taylor."
"Taylor, forgive my blindness for not recognizing you."
"I never imagined you'd be so young, Taylor. I misjudged you, and I apologize! I'm sorry!"
With each person in the crowd apologizing to Amelia, Niamh felt like her face had been slapped, truly burning with pain.
She never expected that Amelia was actually Taylor.
She had clearly investigated Amelia and heard many things about her from Yasmin.
She was clearly just a country bumpkin brought back by the Richardson family, who hadn't received any higher education.
But now, reality had given her a harsh slap in the face.
She even somewhat blamed Yasmin - why hadn't she made it clear earlier that although Amelia grew up in the countryside, she had exceptional talent in oil painting and was the Taylor renowned throughout Phoenicia.
If Yasmin had told her earlier, she wouldn't have been so harshly humiliated.
Watching the people at the scene become more and more enthusiastic, scrambling to take photos with Amelia, Niamh resentfully bit her back teeth and quietly prepared to leave.
However, someone called out to her at this moment.
"Miss!"
It was Jeremy.
He had been protecting Amelia the whole time, afraid that people might hurt her in their anger. Now that Amelia was clearly no longer in danger of being harmed, his attention fell on Niamh.
Niamh's steps halted, and she stiffly looked up.
The next moment, Jeremy had already come before Niamh.
Niamh frowned and said: "What do you want?"
Amelia being Taylor was one thing, but that didn't mean Amelia's bodyguards could give her attitude.
After all, she was the daughter of the Armstrong Group and the future heir of the Armstrong Group.
Jeremy's eyes fixed on her, and he spoke coldly: "You just incited public opinion and stirred up trouble, almost causing everyone to misunderstand Ms. Richardson. Now you're planning to just walk away like this?"