Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1200: I could be wrong

They said beauty was in the eye of the beholder. One person could look average to some but like a goddess to another.

It made Penny wonder-was this just about perspective? About her eyes and Enzo Pierson's?

After all, Enzo Pierson had drawn and painted Naylani so beautifully, like she was divine. He hadn't finished the painting, but it was clear he had put immense time and effort into capturing her eyes—those dark, mesmerizing eyes that seemed to stare back at Penny.

"What an unsettling feeling... looking at a person's painting," Penny murmured, slowly getting lost in both the artwork and the photograph in her hand. "What is it? Why does this bother me so much?"

Silence settled around her, but even so, Butler Lee's gentle voice made her jolt.

"Young Madam." He smiled as she flinched. "Apologies for startling you. That wasn't my intention."

"It's okay, Butler Lee." She chuckled awkwardly. "Are we leaving?"

"Not yet, but the Master asked me to check on you. He's busy coordinating with the pilot who will pick you up," he explained as he stepped inside, stopping a few steps from Penny before glancing at the canvas. "That's the Master's painting— your late father-in-law's work."

"Mhm. Renren told me." Penny smacked her lips and gazed at the painting. "I didn't know until now that he was such a great painter."

"They said that if he hadn't gone into business, he would've been one of the great artists of his time," Butler Lee remarked, scanning the workshop. "At one point, the Master wanted to erase all traces of that woman. Yet, for some reason, he kept this painting. When he passed, the Old Madam wanted to throw it away as well."

"Then how is it still here?" Penny asked, her curiosity piqued.

smiled faintly. "Because it is one of the Master's

mean

at all." He shook his head. "I only met that woman twice-once before her pregnancy, and then again a few years later, after the Young

painting. "She looked exactly

"What about after?"

just as quickly, his gaze shifting to the photograph in Penny's

was direct, yet something about it made Penny suspect there was a deeper meaning behind his words. Slowly, she shifted her

afterward..." she trailed off, her eyes flickering

his gaze. "Or does it feel like the woman in this painting and the one in the

smiled subtly and shrugged. "I couldn't say for sure. As I mentioned, I only met her twice. I do not think that's enough to

deeply, clasping

my words too seriously. I could be

were to dig through my old memories, the Madam Naylani I

with her at first sight. She was

her here, I wasn't exactly hostile toward her. But she noticed my hesitation immediately. She was bold. And for some reason, I think she enjoyed it when people were

only to act as if she had no recollection of them moments later-twirling around the ballroom in the Master's arms as if she hadn't just sent

darkened slightly before he turned to Penny with a small, almost

when they returned, with the Young Master

appearance or her demeanor, but she didn't seem

a little. "If you thought she was dangerous,