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.

came to pick up Martina was a senior member of the wealthy Walker family, having served the family since the time of Jack Walker. With over 60 years of

“Of course, he’s here to pick up you,

displeased, picked up the pen cap on the table and threw it, saying, “I

she wanted to let go.

replied, “If he’s

heard that this butler was always hypocritical and not very kind

for three generations of the Walker family, failed

trick and said, “I’ll go turn

59 °F, but if

fine,” Martina said no

only left after Martina finished coloring the painting and the paint was almost dry. He picked up the cup beside him and

was just across a large hall from her office. As Martina passed through the

the butler still standing upright with a

shivering in the cold

first glance, it seemed like Martina was

cup and asked, “Do

leave room for small

but what right did this butler have to do so? She scowled and

if he were facing an

show his face, but now he knew

on the sofa, her legs folded together and said,

softened a bit, possibly due to Martina’s polite request. He remarked, “Miss Martinez may occasionally show a little temper, which can

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

“First of all, Miss Martinez, you shouldn’t have argued

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