Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 224 If Rejected

Because Raymond's expression was serious and he was studying the documents, Selena didn't dare to disturb him. They remained silent until they reached their destination.

Han stepped out of the car and thanked Raymond first, then pointed to a villa in the distance.

"That's where the person you're looking for is. We'll accompany Mr. Montague there. I've completed the task your Uncle assigned, so go ahead."

Selena turned around and thanked Raymond, then thanked Han, and walked briskly towards the villa.

But after taking a few steps, she heard Raymond's voice.

"If rejected..."

"Next, I will mention my name."

Selena was somewhat surprised. Could it be that this boss also had a relationship with Raymond?

In that case, things would be much easier. Instantly, a smile appeared on her face, and her eyes sparkled. "Mr. Montague, thank you."

sun was intense, and it felt dazzling to Raymond, as it

gaze and continued to converse with the

The owner inside seemed to have a refined and elegant hobby. After a moment, a servant-like individual walked out and he was startled to see Selena. A hint of confusion flashed in the servant's

I ask who you are

he is home today,

today, but he doesn't usually meet with people without appointments. Follow me inside, and I'll let him know you

a classy and likable appearance, which was why the servant was willing to give her preferential

immediately noticed the well-designed garden, which incorporated Chinese aesthetics along

painting, Selena had done some research in this area. As the two doors opened, she saw the painting in the center. It was the copy of the original work her teacher had painted, because the original artwork was considered national property

Mr. Butler's authority in the world of oil

idea in her mind and raised her gaze, coincidentally meeting the eyes of a fifty-year-old

was somewhat surprised. After all, many artists in China had made copies of this painting called "Xiaoxiang

girl immediately recognize that it was Mr. Butler's

painting, as Mr. Butler was used to doing things as he pleased and didn't pay much attention to

have been a young man, but he didn't expect a

is my teacher. Back then, I had the privilege of studying with him for a