Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife

Chapter 5

Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Control Your Dog!

Elena became more and more envious as she looked at this painting. She praised, “Honestly, I haven’t seen you pick up a pen, but why is your style so unique and distinctive when you do?”

Martina was not convinced and said, “Who said I haven’t picked up a pen?”

Elena replied, “I remember you haven’t completed a single painting from graduation until now, right?”

Martina was speechless.

Actually, Martina did paint, but Elena didn’t know because Martina’s paintings always focused on one person. She poured all her energy into that person, including her talent.

All the effort in recent years had been put into drawing Benjamin, but she didn’t want to talk about it at this moment.

At noon, Elena said she had some urgent orders to deal with.

Martina nodded in agreement, then casually ordered takeout in the studio and planned to continue working after lunch.

She worked until the end of the workday in the afternoon.

Because she was too focused, even when Elena came in, Martina didn’t notice and continued drawing, just adjusting her blue–framed glasses.

It wasn’t until Elena spoke up that Martina looked up, “The butler from your house has come to pick you up.”

Her thoughts slowly emerged from the drawing. Because of her confusion, her eyes were clear and bottomless, and her appearance was both beautiful and cute.

the family since the time of Jack Walker. With over 60 years of age, he held a consistently high status

deliberately provoked, “Of course, he’s here to pick up you, the

on the table and threw it, saying, “I think you’re asking for

observing Martina’s demeanor and now truly believed that she wanted to let go. She

and replied, “If he’s

that this

three generations of

trick and said, “I’ll go turn down the air conditioning

was not particularly high, only about 59 °F, but if Elena

Martina

painting and the paint was almost dry. He picked up the cup beside him

hall from her office. As Martina passed through the hall, she was suddenly called out from behind,

turned around and saw the butler still standing upright with

in the cold air, the butler

Martina

looked at him with her cup and asked, “Do you need

that didn’t leave room for small talk. “You’ve

It was one thing for Benjamin to issue orders, but what right did this butler have to do so? She scowled and retorted, “And if I refuse to go

he were facing an unreasonable

before, the butler didn’t even show his face, but now he

on the sofa, her legs folded together and

Martina’s polite request. He remarked, “Miss Martinez may occasionally show a

sneer, holding back her temper, “Wow, How am I being

one, “First of all, Miss Martinez, you shouldn’t have argued with Mrs. Elizabeth

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