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.

We could find a fake painting to soothe Mr. Sigmund first. Once we buy ourselves more time, we can think of a way to get it

shook his head. "It won't work. Like I said, Grandpa can tell the real painting

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

both at their wit's ends, Alfred rushed inside and

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

turned around and saw that

was covered in sweat. He couldn't help but ask, confused, "What is it?

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

a headache

heard

help but speak

tone. "I'm not

about other paintings now. Just

painting in an attempt to gain

no one else's could get him out of the pickle he was

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

was something unusual about Alfred, and asked again, "What's the matter? Is

"B-But, the guy

Ivor trembled. "Are you