Chapter 361


    The buildings that Emilia Ratliff designed were not only creative but also drop dead gorgeous.


    The best part was that they were filled with a futuristic vibe, like they had been teleported from another


    era, advanced as hell.


    No wonder Pearce Hooper said that Emilia’s buildings could represent the iconic architecture of every


    country, every city.


    To achieve what Emilia had might be insanely hard, but..


    Eleanor grabbed a pen, ruler, and paper, sat in front of her desk, and started sketching on the paper.


    Although it had been so long since shest sketched, thanks to her natural talent from childhood, a few


    strokes were enough to bring the image to life.


    Eleanor lowered her head, fully engrossed in her drawing, and before long, a unique house appeared


    on the paper.


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    She put down her pen, took a look, and felt a bit mind–blowing.


    She’d never drawn a blueprint before, but after seeing her sister’s blueprints, unique ideas popped into


    her head, and she could even sketch them out.


    Could it be that she, like her sister, had a knack for architectural design?


    Eleanor was somewhat incredulous, put down the sketch, and proceeded to the next one.


    As she sketched, she suddenly developed a massive interest in architectural drawings and got more


    and more pumped up


    Eleanor drew all day until Pearce paid a visit the next day. She stopped, stretched, and took her


    sketches downstairs.


    Pearce was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Hailey, “Hailey, you should fix me a cup of tea since I’m at


    your ce.”


    Hailey crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, giving him a cold stare, “Pearce, you’re not worthy of


    my tea.”


    Eleanor walked over, interrupting their argument, and handed Pearce the sketch in her hand.


    “Mr. Hooper, what do you think of my sketch?”


    When Eleanor was in a good mood, she called him Mr. Hooper. When she was not, she called him by


    his first name. Pearce had gotten used to it.


    He thought that someone like Eleanor, whocked even basic theory knowledge, couldn’t possibly


    produce a good sketch.


    But when he took Eleanor’s sketch and saw the drawing, he was taken aback, a glint of light shing in


    his eyes.


    “Did you draw this?!”


    He stood up excitedly, grabbing Eleanor’s hand tightly.


    Eleanor winced in pain, pushed him away, holding her arm, and nodded, enduring the pain.


    Pearce looked at Eleanor in disbelief, then at the sketch, the more he looked, the more amazed he


    was.


    “I thought after your sister’s death, I’d never find another person as talented as she was. I didn’t expect


    you…”


    Pearce seemed to recall how he used to call her stupid, he immediately hid his excited expression, and


    sat down as if nothing had happened.


    Hailey, seeing his embarrassed look, couldn’t help butugh, “I told you a long time ago, Eleanor is


    amazing at drawing, you didn’t believe me, do you believe me now?”


    If Eleanor hadn’t been so eager to make money and had stuck with her internship at the design


    institute, she might be a big shot by now.


    Pearce didn’t respond to Hailey’s mocking. He kept focusing on the drawing in his hand. After a while,


    he suddenly stood up and said to Eleanor, “Pack your stuff, we’re going to the W City.”


    Eleanor seemed a bit puzzled and asked him, “Why are we going to the W City?”


    As Pearce walked away, he answered, “Your sister’s first project was for the space agency. You don’t


    need to learn drawing anymore,e with me for a field trip…”