Chapter 37: Million Dollar Painting

The storm hit the city for a whole weekend and then left as if it had never come. The new day started with a clear, cloudless sky.

Just like any other day, Harvey left the luxury apartment complex while the morning dew was still lingering on the foliage.

When the door to the president's room opened, he saw Lucasta playing with a boy about five or six years old. Without asking, he knew that the boy was Bonita's son because his face looked exactly like hers.

- Why do you go to work early today, Lucasta? – Harvey placed his shiny briefcase on the table and asked.

- I looked at the wrong watch and took the first bus. – She replied embarrassedly.

The corner of Harvey's lips curled into a slight smile as he remembered the moment Samson fed her food in the restaurant. He also realized that she was only half-grown.

He hopes that after she separates from his friend, she will become more mature.

- So have you had breakfast yet?

- I ate already. Bonita bought cakes for me and Ricky.

Lucasta had