Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

I saw Barrett mingling with a few guests and sipping champagne. I took a deep breath before confronting him.

"Can we talk?" I asked him as I approached.

He turned his scrutinizing gaze in my direction and plastered a smile for his viewer's sake.

"Miss Stormwind, you made it," he said in greeting. "We were just talking about your incredible art piece at the auction and how you'll be painting more for your fans soon." I pressed my lips together.

"I already told you; I'm not painting anymore using that model, Mr. Anders. I've made a promise I intend to keep," I told him firmly, causing murmurs to erupt around us.

Barrett gave a fake, and slightly nervous laugh as he glared at me.

"And I told you, I expect more from my exclusive writers," he said, his fake smile never leaving his face.

"Then why exactly did you reject the paintings I sent you yesterday?" I asked him, raising my brows. "I've worked hard on those, and they were well done in my opinion. Did you reject them out of malice?" His face turned red at my accusation.

Miss Stormwind?" He asked through his teeth. "As my worker explained,

brows at him. I was wholly aware of our gathered audience and the growing silence around us. "If you ask me, I will say you rejected my paintings because

his long finger at me. "If it wasn't for me, you would be nothing right now. You needed my auction to put your name out there and it was my gallery that is getting you the recognition that you have now. The least

arms across

afraid I can't do that," I

nothing more for us to discuss, Miss Stormwind. If that's your viewpoint, it would make better sense to just terminate the contract and forget this exchange

champagne and Barret's hand whacked the tray, causing all the champagne to fall and

strong hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from a very angry Barret. I looked up at

doing here? I

everyone

"It's the gallery owner!"