NovelOnlineA few days later, Arabella got a message from her subordinate.
[Boss, we've hit the jackpot! Someone wants you to paint a picture for them. There is no price limit, but it has to symbolize longevity and health. This is a major opportunity, boss. Let's ask for 20 million dollars straight up!] Arabella didn't expect her subordinate to be even craftier than her. [When do they want it?] [Tomorrow.] [Alright.] Arabella happened to want to practice painting recently, and since work was coming her way, [Just 10 million dollars.] [10 million dollars? Boss, are you not short on cash recently? With your skills, 20 million dollars is no problem. Or, you can ask for 20 million and give me the extra 10 million.] Arabella suddenly grew serious: [We should have a conscience in life.] The boss was talking about conscience? Did she even have one? After that, Arabella had him send the painting paper to Romeo's villa. She only used one type of paper for painting, one not found on the market.
"Boss. Instead of going to school, you're loafing around. You've gone downhill." Jack didn't expect the boss's relationship with Romeo to progress to living together. Suddenly, he felt like his boss was drifting away from him.
Half an hour later.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtArabella got the painting paper and was about to enter the villa when Jack hesitated. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Boss." "Hmm? Anything else?" "I saw a quote online. It says men like to conquer and like challenges. The more unattainable, the more they are into it." Arabella understood his meaning: "You're teaching me now?" "Yes, yes, yes." Jack didn't expect the boss's aura to still be so strong, and he was suddenly scared.
He was just worried that the boss would be deceived.
Sigh, it's so hard to be a subordinate these days.
In the study.
Arabella spread out a long piece of painting paper, the brush rendering on the white paper. It was the first time Romeo saw her painting.
She had her hair simply tied up, plain and simple, but with an outstanding temperament.
Romeo had no idea she could paint, and so well at that.
Could it be that she had another identity as a painter? Just two hours later, Arabella had completed a painting.
Romeo held her from behind, admiring her work and deeply impressed by her vision and perspective.
How high must her level be to complete such a work? "Could you paint one for me when you have time?" Romeo kissed her cheek softly, watching her reaction.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmArabella smiled. "My paintings aren't cheap." "No problem, | can afford it." Forget about money, he would give anything, even his life.
"So what kind of painting do you want?" Arabella asked.
"Just us." Their intimate shadows reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window next to them.
"Like this, is it okay?" Romeo pointed to their reflections on the window.
"Sure." Arabella took out more painting paper, sketching the scene where Romeo was holding her from behind while she was painting.
The figures of the two were vivid and realistic, and the expressions were captured perfectly. Even the masterpiece that Arabella painted was reproduced on the paper again.
Romeo didn't expect Arabella's painting skills to be even better than he imagined. "Have you been painting since you were a kid?" "Yep." Arabella didn't hide it, "it was also taught by one of my grandfathers."
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