His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

The staff brought out more paintings from behind Manuel, one after another, which were supposedly masterpieces by renowned artists.

Honestly, Eliza had never seen such a concentrated collection of fakes in her life. Was there not a single genuine piece in a mansion as grand as this? Or was Manuel planning to sell Casper a counterfeit? "The paintings Mr. Manuel has collected are quite nice, indeed. They would make fine decorative pieces for a home," Eliza said, offering him a graceful way out.

Manuel couldn't help but glance at Eliza again, pausing for a few seconds before he smiled. "If you like them, Ms. Eliza, I could gift you a few."

"Thank you, Mr. Manuel. I appreciate the thought," she replied.

Amid the polite exchange, Casper caught on. It didn't really matter to him whether the paintings Manuel was offering were real or fake. Business collaborations were always like this. Today, he might spend a hundred million, but that could potentially bring him back billions later. The paintings were merely tokens in a larger game.

He just never expected Eliza to actually discern their authenticity.

"Mr. Casper, this young designer here is quite talented," Manuel began, but Casper cut him off, "Mr. Manuel, don't get any ideas. She's taken."

"Is that so?" Manuel smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on Eliza. "What a pity."

When they left, Casper still spent twenty million on a painting.

well-defined hand propped his chin as he turned to look at her.

and shadow, and the sense of depth. It wasn't hard to tell. Even the paper was artificially aged, and the seals

her memory, made

listened closely and seriously to her analysis of a painting. His face

meet his gaze,

so hard to understand him and blend into his world. She longed to. be understood, to be discovered, to be cherished. But he never gave her the chance. His mind was always on Welton International or Nova, showing her nothing but disdain

he gave her was in the form of revenge. So, she wouldn't react to his tenderness,

heart dies, it's dead.

nor

long eyelashes fluttered slightly, enough to make his Adam's apple

of her head, moving to kiss her. She pushed him away with effort, not speaking,

look of yours is not

me anyway. Does it matter whether I

shrugged slightly, scoffing, "Indeed, it

glanced at Casper's phone, Nova's name flashing

"Hello?"