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.

many industry leaders and other

true,” she murmured in

could hardly believe her eyes. Wasn’t Mr. T just a painter?

just couldn’t understand how a man like Mr. T commanded such respect from members of

just felt Like she

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

kept asking questions in the comment section, and Wesley responded

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

family, some people still figured out the whole truth using the

figured it out! Loraine attended the party

to be