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.

since the time of Jack Walker. With over 60

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

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

wanted to let go. She deliberately asked, “The butler is waiting downstairs. What do you plan

replied, “If he’s willing to wait, then let him

been hot–tempered, and she had heard that this butler was always

had been a butler for three generations of the Walker family, failed to recognize his

moment, then played a trick and said,

particularly high, only about 59 °F, but if Elena turned on the air conditioning,

fine,” Martina said no

hours. He only left after Martina finished coloring the painting and the paint

As Martina passed

a familiar voice, Martina turned around and saw the butler

cold air,

seemed like Martina

at him with her cup and asked, “Do you

didn’t leave room for small talk. “You’ve had your fill

of irritation. 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

an

didn’t even show his face, but now

the sofa, her legs folded together and said,

butler’s 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 causing too much trouble is

help but sneer, holding back her temper, “Wow, How

one, “First of

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