Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 54: I'm not the one who should be afraid

Selena walked to the art building where the painting exhibition was held. She was dressed fresh and smart, and mixed in a group of business people, she was particularly eye-catching.

She looked around and found her target in the crowd, the president of Vanguard Group, Henry Spencer.

"Mr. Spencer, I'm sorry if I'm late."

She walked over and shook Henry's hand.

Henry was also surrounded by several leaders of the school, and this year he would sponsor all the electronic equipment for Harvard University's microcomputer class and would donate 100,000 air conditioners.

Henry was wearing a suit, not with the shrewdness of a businessman, but with an openness unique to his age group. There were no extra charms on his wrists, but his body, which had been exercised for years, made him more spirited than the average person.

"Miss Selena, you're finally here, I thought you forgot."

Selena had designed a house for him before, and the two of them knew each other in this way.

"Mr. Spencer invited me, how could I dare not come."

As she spoke, Selena turned to a middle-aged woman dressed very smartly, "Professor, it's been a while."

aptly, with a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, with a hint of

didn't expect you and Mr. Spencer to

knowing that she graduated from Harvard University's School of Fine Arts, I invited her to accompany me to

how

DeVore looked at Selena, her face unpainted and cheap from head

talking about the house in question, and seeing that he was more

the brush

times, with a smile on his face and a compliment at times, "Since you used to study painting, how did you change your career to

stiffened, but Selena lightly changed the subject, "Mr. Spencer, someone is calling you over

turned around and saw a business

a moment, I'll go over and say

politely, making sure he wouldn't be back anytime soon, and went into

faucet, a woman

DeVore, still looking exquisitely maintained, seized

have the

her lipstick and moistened

Chair that's a joke, it's not me who

alert and locked the door, and opened the cubicles one by one to check and make sure no one else was here,

first time I saw you, I was a little bit of a jerk. Besides, I am