Chapter 733

I was doing the last painting of the eight-piece composition. The previous seven pieces were completed skillfully, but as the final piece, I put extra effort into the details.

When I was engrossed in my work, a sudden bellow surprised me and made me shudder. Fortunately, I was quick enough to lift my brush before it could smear my work, preventing a fatal mistake.

"What's wrong with you, Winston?" Before I could finish my sentence, he continued to shout into the other end of the line.

He was standing upright, and his chest heaved with anger. There was only rage on his handsome face. I didn't know who the caller was or what the caller did, but Winston was shooting flames from his eyes. Never had I imagined that he was this scary when he was mad.

I put my brush down and wanted to tell him to calm down. There was nothing good communication couldn't solve. I wanted to tell him that he was at the college and that perhaps he should go take the call somewhere private or at home.

But when