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 wealthy Walker family, having served the family since the time of Jack

deliberately provoked, “Of course, he’s here to

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

truly believed that she wanted to let go. She deliberately

draw with little interest and replied, “If

she had heard that this butler was always hypocritical and not

butler for three generations of the

then played a trick and said, “I’ll go turn

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

fine,” Martina said no

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

just across a large hall from her office. As Martina passed through the hall, she was suddenly called out

butler still standing

cold air,

Martina was the

at him with her cup and

leather glove, spoke in a calm and assertive manner that didn’t leave

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

if he were facing an unreasonable three–year–old. Please

didn’t even show his face, but now he knew not to make things difficult for Mrs.

sofa, her legs folded together and

“Miss Martinez may occasionally show a little temper, which can be entertaining, but causing too much

back her temper, “Wow, How

her faults one by one, “First of all, Miss Martinez,

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