Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

He looked at me questionably for a moment before he conceded.

"I'll see you later then," he said, turning to leave. "I'm going to get dressed and then I'll be out of here. If you come by the packhouse later, come see me."

I was stunned by this; he wanted me to walk in on him and Shirley? He was gone before I could say anything.

At some point during the day, my phone started to ring. I was busy in my studio working on some other paintings when it rang on my desk across the room. Sighing and wiping the sweat off my brow, I stood from my stool and my way across the room and to my phone.

I frowned at the number displayed on the screen; I didn't recognize it.

"Hello?" I asked, answering the phone.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Silver Crown?" Asked a man on the other end; I was still getting used to people calling me Mrs. Crown.

"Yes, this is her," I said, sitting on my desk chair.

"This is Edmond Wilson calling from Hope's Art Gallery. How are you doing Mrs. Crown?"

was also one of the art galleries that I submitted my work to a

Silver. I'm doing fine;

good; thank you for asking. I'm calling because your portrait at the auction had blown up. I'm the manager at Hope's Gallery and I have been searching for new artwork for our new exhibit. We would like to feature some of your

brows rose

Mr. Wilson. I did submit some of my artwork

quiet for a

of error," he said calmly. "My associate doesn't know

My frown deepened.

she working in an

longer," he muttered. Then he changed his tone as he moved on from the topic of his associate. "I am willing to pay you handsomely for your artwork. We can set a time to meet his week and go over

my planner

can set something

"Excellent," he replied.

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