Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lawrence’s tone was cold as he asked, “Why do I have to go to your art exhibition instead of attending the Crawford family’s wedding?”

Violet gritted her teeth and said, “Mr. Lambert, you are my master! I am not famous yet. Shouldn’t you help me?”

Lawrence interrupted her, saying, “Lilly is also my student.”

Lawrence continued, “Besides, helping you is a matter of personal relationships, not my duty. I don’t want you to take advantage of my favors and connections and assume you are granted. I will do my best to pave the way for my student, but you must be first.”

After saying these words, Lawrence hung up the phone.

Violet was stunned.

Her mind buzzed as she listened to the dial tone coming from her phone.

What did he mean by this?

What did he mean by “You must be my student first”. She was his student.

Considering their ten-year teacher-student relationship, he could not be so heartless. Was he cut ties with her?

“No, he won’t.”

Violet calmed down and thought about what she had just said to her teacher. It was indeed offensive.

She was busy with the art exhibition and overwhelmed, so she could not control her emotions for a while.

She did not do it on purpose.

Violet immediately called again, but this time there was no answer. Nobody picked up the phone.

She tried to video call him, but nobody answered on the other side, and none of her messages were replied to.

Although her number was not blocked, Lawrence completely ignored her.

Violet’s legs went weak, and she sat down on the sofa.

Lawrence. She

immediately grabbed her bag and

her. “Mrs. Yarbrough, your art exhibition is not over yet. Where

“You take care of

few young artists who liked her artwork came to find her but could not find her. Jay said that Violet had something to attend

young artists were very disappointed. This was her art exhibition. Who would leave

showed disrespect to

encouraged young painters. But in her heart, she looked down on young painters and even refused to meet

estate.

could not get into

her way in, messing up her hair and smudging her

wedding and Anthony standing at the door with Lisa, bidding farewell to

step forward, a fork flew towards her

I recognize you. My master already has a wife, and you dare to come and offer yourself. Fork

retreating. She stumbled

pinned to the ground as long as Anthony

all the cars from the Crawford family

would be developed into a popular tourist attraction and rented out as

waste any opportunity to

public for free after the wedding,

and passersby waiting to enter and take photos were eager to

Crawford family leave and the manor open, everyone rushed in, creating a lively

BMW parked by the roadside,

Dexter snort, release the fork, and

fork became shorter and shrank, and Dexter carried the fork leisurely, got in

unwilling to give up, and chased a few steps forward but

I stepped on

“Sorry, sorry.”

why is someone pushing out?

into Violet either apologized insincerely