Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

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Chapter 252

Gillian locked herself in the room and trembled as she held her phone.

She read the introduction of Rose on Wikipedia again and again.

The introduction was very detailed.

It was written that Rose took in her fourth disciple that year, whose surname was Taylor. Five years later, she took in the fifth and sixth disciples.

There was also an exclusive interview with Rose below.

She had personally admitted that when she took in her first disciple, she had already thought of taking in seven disciples.

It was because she liked the number seven.

Gillian squatted on the ground and dialed Rose’s number.

Gillian said immediately after the phone went through, “Mrs. Liebsig, you said you would only accept one disciple. Was that an excuse?”

Rose was painting when she received the call from Gillian. She then took off her glasses.

She walked to the sofa and sat down, drinking water and listening to Gillian.

Then, the more she listened, the more confused she became.

In the end, she could not help but interrupt Gillian. “Wait, you said that your grandfather invited me to Layfield?”

“Wasn’t that true?” Gillian frowned.

She didn’t think there was any doubt about this point.

Rose was the president of the Painting Association and a current oil painting master. If her grandfather hadn’t invited her, Rose wouldn’t have come to a small city like Layfield for no reason.

“You’ve misunderstood.” Rose smiled. “I don’t know your grandfather too well. He didn’t invite me over.”

“He didn’t? It wasn’t Grandpa who’d invited you?” Gillian didn’t believe it. “Then why did you come to Layfield?”

In Gillian’s eyes, her grandfather was a miracle doctor. He had a lot of connections, and people from all walks of life would do him a favor. No one would turn down his invitation.

Hearing Gillian’s words, Rose was slightly surprised. “I think you’ve thought too highly of Doctor Smith. I must say

a doctor, after all. Why would everyone humor him? Moreover,

did you come

of Olivia,” Rose told the truth. “I happened to see Olivia’s painting at an art exhibition then. I spent

this.” Rose didn’t bother to waste her breath with Gillian. “I

clenched her fists tightly and barely

had been so many years, so how could she remember

just go around taking in mediocre disciples. I wouldn’t lower my bar even if your grandfather were

to mention he’s

heart began to ache, and her scalp went numb. It took

you’ve praised me and said I had

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Gillian, I was just being polite. Do you understand what that

the paintings? Are you also being polite by grading them for me every year?” Gillian

I’ve lived for so long, but I’ve never seen someone as insensible as you. Don’t you know how to read

could you be so shameless as to have told Olivia to bring

of this, Rose

Gillian was too thick–skinned for having ordered Olivia without

spent a lot of effort to get me to check your paintings back then. She begged me again and again. Ms. Gillian, you owe it to Olivia. Because

have no chance or

was that instead of being grateful

be

the sake of Olivia, I’ll give you a recommended entry

saying that, she hung up the

to disturb Doris with her painting, everyone from the Taylor family dared not to speak

in

much to do, Olivia went upstairs to watch

painting the countryside at sunset. It was distant and peaceful,

was not happy with it. She felt the color of the sky could be better. She had mixed several colors but still couldn’t

her and casually pointed. “Add a little black and turn it

glanced

go to study the sandwich ingredients if you are busy

attached to this

to watch her

a responsible person. Even if she had lost her memory,

burden and think

Doris didn’t care, Olivia had no intention

around and

a word, Doris’s expression looked more terrible. She snorted coldly in her heart,

down from upstairs and heard

looked over.