Naomi's query perplexed Violet. She turned and saw another portrait tucked away in a dimly lit area.The girl in this painting was smiling foolishly and carefreely with squinted eyes. It was her own image.Rubbing her eyes, she confirmed that it was her portrait.The fact that Oliver had painted her
"You wanted me here to provoke me, didn't you? What do you gain from provoking me?" Violet questioned her, her gaze icy.Her straightforwardness stood in stark contrast to Emily, who blushed with anger but couldn't respond.Emily finally said, "I wanted you to see the truth. Our portraits' placemen
Violet found herself perplexed by her thoughts. She couldn't comprehend why Lucius and Oliver were at odds since they had no direct conflicts of interest."I'm surprised that you came to my exhibition," Oliver said, receiving a glass of wine from a server.Oliver was neither courteous nor submissive
Violet found it challenging to disregard his dominant presence. She inhaled deeply before returning the check, stating firmly, "I'm not selling the painting. Please give it back.""Ever heard of a done deal? I've paid for the item, which now belongs to me. There's no room for second thoughts now.""
Violet didn't pay much attention to the chatter. She retrieved her USD drive and proceeded to print her documents.While walking past the area near the HR department, a hot spot known for office gossip, she inadvertently caught bits of a conversation."This has to be true. My cousin's pal spilled th
Oliver presented a check to her, saying, "Please return this to Lucius."Violet didn't accept it. "He's already paid for the painting, so the money should be yours.""I can't accept his money. I never planned to sell the painting in the first place."The idea of dealing with the triple price of a pa
"I was just..." Violet attempted to start. She meant to convey how natural it was for a girl to feel shy about displaying affection openly.Lucius, on the other hand, had already stormed off and refused to listen to her.His abrupt departure made her feel completely defeated and powerless.Wrapping
Kristian arched his brows and fixed his eyes on her face, asking, "Your eyes look puffy. Has Lucius been giving you a hard time?""No," she barely managed to reply, her voice betraying a hint of distress.He clicked his fingers, his expression clearly conveying an "as I thought" attitude.In a playf