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.

to soothe Mr. Sigmund first. Once we buy ourselves more time, we can

Like I said, Grandpa can tell the

what are we going 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 agitated wouldn't help at all. All they could do now was pray that Sigmund wouldn't be too upset when

were both at their wit's ends, Alfred rushed inside and called out to

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

turned around and saw that

ask, confused,

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

a headache coming

he heard

couldn't help but speak

"I'm not in the mood

paintings now. Just

family sent them the painting in

all he wanted was Master Kieran's painting because no one else's could get him out of the pickle he was

got so worked up that he couldn't speak. His face

something unusual about Alfred, and

loud. "B-But, the guy said it's Master Kieran's

Ivor trembled. "Are