Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Control Your Dog!
Elena became more and more envious as she looked at this painting. She praised, “Honestly, I haven’t seen you pick up a pen, but why is your style so unique and distinctive when you do?”

Martina was not convinced and said, “Who said I haven’t picked up a pen?”

Elena replied, “I remember you haven’t completed a single painting from graduation until now, right?”

Martina was speechless.

Actually, Martina did paint, but Elena didn’t know because Martina’s paintings always focused on one person. She poured all her energy into that person, including her talent.

All the effort in recent years had been put into drawing Benjamin, but she didn’t want to talk about it at this moment.

At noon, Elena said she had some urgent orders to deal with.

Martina nodded in agreement, then casually ordered takeout in the studio and planned to continue working after lunch.

She worked until the end of the workday in the afternoon.

Because she was too focused, even when Elena came in, Martina didn’t notice and continued drawing, just adjusting her blue–framed glasses.

It wasn’t until Elena spoke up that Martina looked up, “The butler from your house has come to pick you up.”

Her thoughts slowly emerged from the drawing. Because of her confusion, her eyes were clear and bottomless, and her appearance was both beautiful and cute.

The butler who came to pick up Martina was a senior member of the wealthy Walker family, having served the family since the time of Jack Walker. With over 60 years of age, he held a consistently high status and was responsible for managing Benjamin’s affairs.

“What is he here for?” Elena yawned and deliberately provoked, “Of course, he’s here to pick up you, the esteemed imperial concubine.”

the pen cap on the table and threw it,

let go. She deliberately asked,

little interest and replied, “If he’s

and she had heard that this butler was always hypocritical and not very kind to

butler for three generations

moment, then played a trick and said, “I’ll go

about 59 °F, but if Elena turned

fine,” Martina said

the painting and the paint was almost dry. He picked

room was just across a large hall from her office. As Martina passed through the hall, she was suddenly called

voice, Martina turned around and saw the butler still standing upright with a slightly displeased look on his

cold air, the

Martina

looked at him with her cup and asked, “Do

butler, donning a black leather glove, spoke in a calm and assertive manner that didn’t leave room for small talk. “You’ve had

but what right did this butler have to do so? She scowled and retorted, “And

an unreasonable three–year–old. Please don’t make trouble for Mrs Walker,” he

face, but now he knew not to make things difficult for

sofa, her legs folded together and said, “Butler, please have a seat

polite request. He remarked, “Miss Martinez may occasionally show a little temper, which can be entertaining, but causing too much trouble is immature

couldn’t help but sneer, holding back her temper, “Wow, How am I

butler began to list out her faults one by one, “First of all, Miss Martinez,

Before moving out yesterday, Martina

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