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 Walker.

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

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

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

draw with little interest and replied, “If he’s

been hot–tempered, and she had heard that this

a butler for three generations of the Walker family, failed to

moment, then played a trick and said, “I’ll go turn down the air

particularly high, only about 59 °F, but if Elena turned

Martina said no

waited outside for nearly three hours. He only left after Martina finished coloring the painting and the paint was almost dry. He

hall from her office. As Martina passed through the

the butler still standing upright with a slightly displeased look on his

in the cold air,

like Martina was

her cup and asked, “Do you

butler, donning a black leather glove, spoke in a calm and assertive manner that didn’t leave room for small talk.

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

he were facing an unreasonable three–year–old. Please don’t make trouble for

show his face, but

her legs folded together and said, “Butler, please have a

Martinez may occasionally show a little temper, which can be

back her temper, “Wow, How

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

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