Goodbye, My Love

But the butler Looked serious. “Mrs. Cruz, it seems he’s not so simple.

I saw a comment from the president of a mining group replying to Mr.

T’s post. The man wants a painting.”

“What?” Florence exclaimed, almost spitting out the wine in her mouth.

“Bring it, let me see. Come on, hurry up!”

Florence promptly snatched the tablet PC the butler was holding and browsed through the comments. The more she read, the more flustered she became.

leaders and other rich and influential people

true,” she murmured in

believe her eyes. Wasn’t Mr. T just a painter? How could he be respected by so many

couldn’t understand how a man like Mr. T commanded

Like she

still curious about why such a famous artist suddenly wanted to buy so many high-grade

questions in the comment section,

for the winner was a diamond necklace, but unfortunately, the sponsor didn’t give it to her, so I vowed to get her

Wesley didn’t mention the Cruz family, some people still figured out the

attended the party thrown by

Cruz family supposed to be noble and rich? Why are they so