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Moreover, what shocked everyone was that this contemporary painting expert used the official ount of the <b>Painters</b>‘ Association. [Sorry to disappoint everyone. She’s my master.] Franklin even included a picture of a painting.
Franklin’s words shocked everyone, especially those who had previously looked at Audrey with malice. They <b>even </b>felt <b>that </b>they were seeing things or hallucinating. They thought, ‘Audrey is Franklin’s <b>master</b><b>?</b>‘
After all, Franklin is the best painter in the painting circle. His paintings were expensive to the point of priceless.
Moreover, Franklin’s paintings had already been sold for an astronomical price. After Franklin retired, it was even harder <b>to </b>obtain a single painting of his. Many people lined up to ask Franklin for one of his paintings, but they <b>were </b><b>all </b><b>rejected</b>.
Suddenly, Franklin dered that Audrey was his master. This had to be the funniest joke anyone had <b>ever </b>heard.
One of them remarked, [Am I seeing things? What did Franklin say? Audrey <b>is </b><b>actually </b><b>his </b><b>master</b><b>?</b><b>] </b>
Another typed: [Did Franklin make a mistake? Shouldn’t he be Audrey’s master? How did Audrey be his <b>master</b>? It’s shocking.]
A third voice retorted: [Are you all embarrassed? I’ve already said that Audrey isn’t that kind of person. Now, you’ve all been pped in the face. How it must hurt for you.]
Another personmented: [She knows how to earn money. She’s beautiful, outstanding, and talented. Oh my god, I’m going to be her fan. Audrey, look at me. Marry me.]
Someone argued: [Get lost. She is my goddess<b>.</b><b>] </b>
This <b>reversal </b>was something almost no one had expected.
Initially, many people were specting about the rtionship between Audrey and Franklin. After all, it was obvious that they had a good rtionship.
However, no one expected Franklin and Audrey to be master and student. Furthermore, Audrey was Franklin’s master.
This scared a lot of people silly.
Franklin’s painting <b>was </b>already a priceless treasure. If Audrey was Franklin’s master, it meant her painting would be even more precious.
Everyone <b>was </b>shocked by the news that Audrey was Franklin’s master. Only when everyone calmed down did they notice the painting below. The strokes on the painting were vigorous<b>. </b><b>The </b>colors were <b>very </b>well chosen. Its style was very domineering.
This painting <b>was </bpletely different from <b>the </b><b>style </b>of Franklin’s previous works. Franklin’s painting was more ethereal and <b>distant</b>, while this painting was more sharp.
However<b>, </b>no matter how one looked at it, one could tell this painting <b>was </b>a treasure. The observant <bizens </b><b>immediately </b>noticed <b>the </b>signature in <b>the </b><b>corner</b>. It had the name <b>“</b><b>Audrey</b><b>” </b>written on it<b>. </b>As a result, the entire <b>inte </b><b>exploded</b>.
<b>A </b><b>person </b><b>typed</b><b>: </b><b>[</b><b>Fuck</b><b>, </b>my <b>goddess’s </b>painting <b>is </b><b>so </b>beautiful. <b>I </b><b>really </b>want to <b>steal </b><b>it </b>home<b>.</b><b>] </b>
<b>A </b><b>second </b><b>person </b><b>added</b><b>: </b><b>[</b><b>At </b><b>first</b>, I didn’t <b>believe </b><b>Audrey </b><b>was </b>actually <b>Franklin’s </b><b>master</b>. <b>Now</b>, <b>I </b><b>believe </b><b>it</b>. <b>How </b><b>can </b><b>there </b><b>be </b><b>such </b><b>a </b><b>perfect </b><b>woman </b><b>in </b><b>the </b><b>world</b><b>? </b><b>She </b><b>can </b><b>rely </b><b>on </b><b>her </b>looks <b>to </b><b>make </b>a <b>living</b><b>, </b><b>but </b>she <b>has </b><b>to </b><b>rely </b><b>on </b><b>her </b><b>brain </b><b>to </b><b>be </b><b>billionaire</b><b>. </b><b>She </b><b>can </b><b>rely </b><b>on </b><b>her </b><b>brain</b><b>, </b><b>but </b>she <b>still </b>relies <b>on </b>her <b>talent</b><b>. </b><b>I </b><b>admire </b><b>her</b><b>.</b><b>] </b>
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Another remarked: [I want to marry her even though I’m a girl.]
Someone else also agreed. [I really want to marry her. If I can, I want to get married on the spot to her.]
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A voice asked: [Why doesn’t my goddess have a personal ount? Otherwise, I would <b>visit </b>her every day and propose repeatedly.]
Just as the entire Inte exploded, ament instantly became a trending topic.
Dn, the CEO of Clifford Group stated: [She’s mine.]
At first<b>, </b>some people did not notice the possessivement. This message was quickly brushed aside. However<b>, </b>not long after, this message instantly caused a heated discussion among all theizens.
Someone remarked: [What the fuck? <b>Is </b>the Prince of Northville dering his rights<b>? </b><b>Is </b>the rumors that Dn <b>is </b>courting Audrey true?]
Another added: [Can Dn be more shameless? Did you forget how you sent your fiancée to prison? <b>Stay </b>away from her.]
A third agreed: [That’s right. The goddess is ours. Please don’t pester her anymore.]
In the ward of Northville Hospital, Dn was scrolling through theizens‘ments on his phone. His expression was <b>as </b>ugly as it could be. The aura around him <b>was </b><b>so </b>cold that Richard and the others did not dare to approach.
Richard was afraid he would get frostbite from the dangerous cold aura <b>released </b>by his boss.
In the next second, Dn threw the phone aside and narrowed his dark eyes dangerously. “Where is she?”
Richard naturally knew who his boss was asking about and immediately replied, “Ms. Hernandez has been staying at the Hond family’s residence for the past few days. Moreover, Mr. Andrew goes over to apany Ms. Hernandez for a while every <i>day</i>.”
When Dn heard Andrew would go to the Hond family’s residence every day, he could not help but frown.
The phone that Dn had thrown aside suddenly rang. Speak of the devil. Dn nced at the caller ID and picked up the call. His voice <b>was </b>low and cold. “What’s up?”
“Guess where I am now?” On the other end of the phone, Andrew’s gentle smile came with a hint of smugness and tion. “If you have something <b>to </b><b>say</b><b>, </b><b>say </b>it.” Dn’s aura turned colder as he narrowed his eyes.
“You really don’t want to know? <b>I </b>wanted to send you a photo of her. <b>I </b>just took it. If you don’t want it<b>, </b>forget it then.” It was rare for Andrew to find a little fun, especially when he thought of Dn who was anxious in the hospital. He felt <b>even </b>more smug. He didn’t know where he got this humor came from.
<b>“</b>Send it,” Dn narrowed his <b>eyes </b>and <b>ordered </b>coldly. He did not <b>care </b>about Andrew’s smug tone.
<b>After </b>hanging up, Andrew sent a photo to Dn.
Dn <b>opened </b><b>the </b>photo and looked at the cold and aloof woman on <b>the </b><b>screen</b>. He could <b>not </b><b>help </b>but <b>be </b><b>a </b><b>little </b><b>dazed</b>.
It <b>was </b>afternoon. <b>Sunlight </b>shone brightly through the <b>floor</b>–to–ceiling <b>windows</b>. <b>Under </b><b>the </b><b>sunlight</b>, <b>Audrey </b><b>was </b><b>wearing </b><b>a </b><b>soft </b>white <b>dress</b><b>. </b><b>Her </b><b>dark </b><b>hair </b><b>draped </b><bzily </b><b>over </b><b>her </b><b>shoulders</b><b>. </b><b>Her </b><b>face </b>was <b>exquisite </b><b>and </b><b>beautiful</b>. <b>Even </b><b>without </b><b>makeup</b>,
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she <b>was </b><b>still </b>stunning.
Audrey’s originally glowing skin was even more radiant and wless under the sunlight. She was like a top–notch gem, able
to <b>dazzle </b>anyone.
Audrey was looking down at a certain spot with an aloof expression. She exuded an alluring charm from her core. She <b>was </b>elegant, cold, and beautiful, but noble and graceful like a high and mighty queen. She <b>was </b>very contradictory, but <b>also </b>breathlessly beautiful.
Such a beautiful Audrey made Dn want to hide her well. It was best not to let anyone see <b>it</b>. <b>Her </b>beauty only belonged to
him.
Dn’s eyes darkened as he stared at Audrey.
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