Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 94

Hogan wasn’t really asking for our opinion; he was totally bossing us around again. The only reason he’d made this decision was because Cecilia herself was head over heels for the work of the illustrious FreeMan.

But then again, in the realm of concept artists, I bet there was hardly anyone who didn’t dig FreeMan’s work. His style was lifelike, unique, and the colors popped. He was already miles. ahead of the pack in the scene, and what’s more, a lot of times he was all about that traditional hand–drawing.

Talked about a real challenge for any artist. But the more talented he was, the more likely he was to be eccentric. That was why since his debut, FreeMan had never shown up for an interview, nor had he ever been seen in the media.

Mr. Mystery, that was what he was.

“Ms. March.” Hogan didn’t give a hoot about my explanations; he just flatly said, “If it was easy peasy, why would I even bother bringing it up to you?”

So, yeah, changing his mind was a no–go.

Then Cecilia, ever the empathetic one, said, “Hogan, Xaviera does have a point. Getting an concept artist of FreeMan’s caliber is super tricky. I’m a huge fan, but I don’t want to make things tough for Xaviera and President Lott.”

She batted those big, pretty eyes while she said it, oozing this “who, me?” innocence.

no one has ever seen FreeMan’s real face, just his status alone is

knack for

five figures. These past couple of years, after a few collabs with

isn’t the issue.” Hogan replied crisply, his gaze tenderly falling on Cecilia, “As long as you

looking down, bashful, “I’m at a loss for

Lott do.” Hogan said, standing up and dropping the

that bomb and walked off with Cecilia, leaving me and Wallis

with our tails between our legs. That meal was nothing short of a

coaster.

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company that got Tack’s business card at last night’s dinner

to

steering wheel, fuming, “That sly old fox Hogan probably saw this coming a mile away. But he couldn’t let us push Cecilia around, so he threw us this

so protective of her.

recalled with a sigh,

through; knowing Candy’s fiery temper, she was not one