I Love You, Miss Genius

Before Eloise could utter the last word, Bonnie brutally flung her to the floor.

"You'd better behave, Eloise!" She then turned around and left.

Eloise felt the strange glances from the people around her and wished she could be on the other end of the earth right now.

'Damn, that Bonnie! How dare she humiliate me?! This isn't the end of it. I'm going to make her pay!'

Back at the Knight Villa, Floyd was counting down the time. He was pacing back and forth, feeling agitated.

"Mr. Sigmund is going to come home from the hospital soon, Mr. Ivor. But we still haven't found a solution for the damaged painting. What do we do?"

He was already picturing how the old man would throw a fit. It gave him goosebumps.

Ivor frowned, a faint layer of worry could be seen in his eyes. "We'll have to tell him the truth. There's no other way." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

'I didn't want it to end like this, either. However, this was how things were going now. I simply couldn't figure out a better way to resolve this mess.'

Floyd scratched the back of his head furiously, trying to figure out a way out of this for his master.

before, and I'm going to say it again. We could find a fake painting to soothe Mr. Sigmund first. Once we buy ourselves more time, we

said, Grandpa can tell the real painting from a

to do, then? I can already imagine how furious Mr. Sigmund will be when he finds out his precious painting was damaged beyond repair!" Floyd's face was plagued with distress. However, getting

at their wit's ends, Alfred rushed inside and

"Mr. Ivor... Mr. Ivor..."

and saw

He couldn't help but ask, confused, "What is it? Why are you in

moment to catch his breath before he said, "S-Someone

felt a

he heard the word

couldn't help but speak in

tone. "I'm not in the

about other paintings now. Just put it in the storage."

assumed some family sent them the painting

all he wanted was Master Kieran's painting because no one

the new painting and got so worked up that he couldn't speak. His face was covered with

about Alfred, and asked again,

said it out loud. "B-But, the guy said

Ivor trembled. "Are