Married a Secret Billionaire

Janine paused and looked toward the rest lounge, realizing that it was the pair of mother and daughter she was envious of earlier.

Cordelia asked politely, “Madam, I know you’ve bought the painting, but can I take a photo of it for my mother?”

Janine was rather surprised. She had thought that the girl would make her feel guilty and ask her to give up on the painting in the name of filial piety or aggressively offer a higher price to buy the painting. After all, she had seen too many of these so-called socialites in her circle, and she knew too well how to handle them.

It was just a surprise that the girl did not act as expected when she was already ready with counterattacks.

Janine scanned Cordelia from head to toe. The girl was fair and fresh with a gentle demeanor. Her eyes were clear and pure, like they had magic and caused one to look into them involuntarily.

Even though she had already bought the painting, it was still in the gallery and unmoved. Anyone who passed by could take photos of it. Yet, this girl was asking for her permission.

A rare smile broke on Janine’s face.

“You want to take a photo of it for your mother?”

Janine then thought about her brat of a son who had nearly gotten an unknown woman to be her daughter-in-law. It infuriated her so much… Thinking of this, she could not help wanting to stuff Zephyr back into her womb!

…

look at that

Cordelia followed Xyla’s gaze.

up a good portion of the wall. The strokes were abstract and dreamy as they seemed to paint a forest and a large, lifelike firefly

saw that it was a famous

you

deep in thought with complex emotions

a hoarse voice after a long time, “Do you

shook her head in

forest in Southeast Aciatic where her mother had grown up. The artist who had painted this

this painting took Xyla back to those carefree days. Her eyes turned red, and she asked Cordelia,

carefully. ‘It should

smiled

when a voice spoke up next to her, “I’ve already bought this painting. Miss, I

and snapped her head back to

her middle age, but she maintained herself well. There was an elegance in the way she carried herself. With a small smirk, her eyes were

came in touch

sorry for interrupting. Excuse