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

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.”

and threw it,

demeanor and now truly believed that she wanted to let go. She deliberately asked, “The butler is waiting downstairs. What do

and replied, “If he’s willing to wait,

had heard that this butler was always

been a butler for three generations

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

not particularly high, only about 59 °F, but if Elena turned on the air conditioning, the temperature would naturally

fine,” Martina said no

waited outside for nearly three hours. He only left after Martina finished coloring the painting and the paint was almost dry. He picked up the cup beside him and wanted to get some

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

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

the cold air, the

first glance, it seemed like Martina

her cup and asked, “Do you

a black leather glove, spoke in a calm and assertive manner that didn’t leave

surge of irritation. It was one thing for Benjamin to issue orders, but what right did this butler have to do so? She scowled and retorted, “And if I refuse

attitude became a bit harsh, as if he were facing an unreasonable

face, but now he knew not

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

butler’s tone softened a bit, possibly due to Martina’s polite request. He remarked, “Miss Martinez may occasionally show a little temper,

holding back her temper, “Wow, How am

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

right. Before moving out yesterday, Martina had a quarrel with