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

doctor, after all. Why would

why did you come to

Rose told the truth. “I happened to see Olivia’s painting at an art exhibition

me tell you this.” Rose didn’t bother to waste her breath with Gillian. “I went to Layfield

barely managed

what happened back then. It had been

said, “Ms. Gillian, I’m very strict about choosing disciples. I don’t just go around taking in mediocre disciples. I wouldn’t lower my bar even

not to mention he’s

to ache, and her scalp went numb. It took her quite a

you’ve praised me and said I had

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was just being polite.

you also being polite by grading them for me every

rubbed between her eyebrows. After a while, she said, “To be honest, I’ve lived for so long, but I’ve never seen someone as insensible as you. Don’t you know how to

could you be so shameless as to have told Olivia to bring your mediocre paintings to

of this, Rose got

was too thick–skinned for having ordered Olivia without any gratitude and took it for

“You know what? Olivia 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 of Olivia,

ordinary person among the millions. She would have no chance or be in

the funny thing was that instead of being grateful for Olivia, she even blamed

it be

Olivia, I’ll give you a recommended entry to participate in the painting

that, she hung up the

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

making sandwiches in

she had nothing much to do, Olivia went upstairs to watch Doris

countryside at sunset. It was distant and peaceful, and it

could

a little black

up and glanced at

you please go to study the sandwich ingredients if you are

attached to this

to watch

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

burden and

since Doris didn’t care, Olivia had

turned around

saying a word, Doris’s expression looked more terrible. She snorted coldly

and heard a

over. “What’s wrong?”