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.

served the family since the time of Jack

is he here for?” Elena yawned and deliberately provoked, “Of course,

and threw it, saying, “I think you’re asking

let go. She deliberately asked, “The butler is

little interest and replied, “If he’s

hot–tempered, and she had heard that this butler was always hypocritical and not very kind to

old man, who had been a butler for three generations of the Walker family, failed

played a trick and

that day was not particularly high, only about 59 °F, but if Elena turned on the

fine,” Martina said no

painting and the paint was almost dry. He picked up the cup beside him and wanted to get some

from her office. As Martina passed through the

voice, Martina turned around and saw the butler still standing

Martina shivering in the cold air, the butler

Martina was the one with

at him with her cup and asked,

a calm and assertive manner that didn’t leave room for small talk. “You’ve had your fill of entertainment. It’s time to

one thing for Benjamin to issue orders, but what right did this butler have to do

facing an unreasonable three–year–old. Please don’t make

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

on the sofa, her legs folded together and said, “Butler, please

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

her temper, “Wow, How am I being

to list out her faults one by one, “First of all, Miss Martinez,

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