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 family since the

provoked, “Of

pen cap on the table and threw

and now truly believed that she wanted to let go. She deliberately asked,

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

this butler was always hypocritical and

old man, who had been a butler for three generations

played a trick and said, “I’ll

not particularly high, only about 59 °F, but if Elena turned on the air conditioning, the temperature

Martina said

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

office. As Martina passed through the hall, she was

the butler still standing upright with a slightly displeased look

cold air,

seemed like Martina was the one with

her cup and asked, “Do

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

It was one thing for Benjamin to issue orders, but what right did this butler

as if he were facing an unreasonable three–year–old. Please don’t make

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

legs folded together and said,

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

back her temper,

to list out her faults one by one, “First of all, Miss Martinez, you shouldn’t have argued with

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