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

medical skills are superb, but he’s just a doctor, after all. Why would everyone humor him? Moreover,

why did you come to

an art

to waste her breath with Gillian. “I

break down. She clenched her fists tightly and barely managed to calm herself

had almost forgotten about what happened back then. It had been so many years, so

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

mention

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

“But you’ve praised me and said

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I was just being polite. Do you

by grading them for me every year?”

honest, I’ve lived for so long, but I’ve never seen someone as insensible as you. Don’t you know how to read faces? Can’t you tell the expressions on

bring your mediocre paintings to me for grading again and again?

this, Rose got

thick–skinned for having ordered Olivia

me again and again. Ms. Gillian, you owe it to Olivia. Because of Olivia, you had the chance to come into contact with the top

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

thing was that instead of being grateful for Olivia, she

it be

of Olivia, I’ll give you a recommended entry to

that, she hung

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

making sandwiches in the morning would distract

nothing much to do, Olivia went

countryside at sunset. It was distant and

could be better. She had

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

glanced at Olivia with

you please go to study the sandwich ingredients if you are busy

did not feel attached

reason why she came up to watch her paint was only out of

person. Even if she had lost her memory, she

on the heavy burden and think for her

Olivia had no intention of sucking

turned around

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

from upstairs and heard a noise from

over. “What’s wrong?”