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.

his teeth. "As my worker

to match the theme properly before painting those pieces for the gallery," I said, raising my brows at him. I was wholly aware of our gathered audience and the growing

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 you could do is cooperate with

my arms

afraid I can't do that,"

for us to discuss, Miss Stormwind. If that's your viewpoint, it would make better sense to just terminate the

defeat. Just as he did though, a waiter walked by holding a tray of champagne and Barret's hand whacked the tray, causing all the champagne to fall and crash to the ground. I felt the liquid before

I looked up at the figure that stood in front of me and my mouth fell open. It was Elliot and he was fuming

was he doing here? I thought he had

around me as everyone took steps away from the

"It's the gallery owner!"