nca was feeling a bit nervous as she was seated facing Mr. Butler who was well-known in the country. Besides, she was Peter’s assistant.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Peter’s studio wasn’t huge, but it was well equipped with two suites, one on the inside and the other outside, dividing the space into three areas. The innermost area was the painting room, and there was a reception area next to it. Thergest one outside was the workshop. Now Mr. Butler was sitting in the reception room and chatting with Peter.


    nca was making them some coffee to show her hospitality, so she was standing by their side.


    They finished their conversation over half an hourter. Peter nced at nca, “Mr. Butler, how about we ask nca to help out?”


    “Yeah?”


    nca was a bit surprised. They had mentioned that Mr. Butler was nning on an art exhibition, and now Peter wanted herself to participate in it? As far as she knew, there usually would be only two people in charge of such exhibitions, and even the requirements for assistants were highly demanding.


    nca had no experience before.


    “Can Miss Roach pull it off?” Mr. Butler nced at nca with aplicated look in his eyes, but nca didn’t notice it at the moment, Mr. Butler assumed that nca would be unhappy, so he quickly exined, “I didn’t mean that Miss Roach might mess up, it’s just that…”


    “Alright, alright. I know what you are worried about. But don’t be!”


    Peter rolled his eyes and he sat nca down. He pushed on her shoulder, approached her, and whispered, “I am not sure why but you’ve always wanted a chance to connect with Mr. Butler. And now it’s your chance. Don’t blow it up.”


    nca never thought he wasn’t just saying – now hearing what he just had said, she could feel the warmth fill her heart.


    Peter did remember… He was such a nice guy.


    “Mr. Butler, I promise you I will make an all-out effort to assist Peter so your art exhibition will turn out great!” nca gave out her promise excitedly.


    She wasn’t sure about her rtion to Mr. Butler yet. But there was one thing that she had been sure of – Mr. Butler had everything to do with the pendant that would help her prove her identity.


    That was why she had to make good use of this opportunity.


    “Alright, nca. Are you okay with me calling you nca?”


    “Of course.”


    Mr. Butler nodded. At the same time, Peter went outside to take a call – nca was all by herself now in the room with Mr. Butler. nca rubbed her hands anxiously.


    She really wanted to ask Mr. Butler about the pendant, but she wasn’t brave enough to do so.


    She was shocked that Mr. Butler initially brought it up.


    “nca, why are you approaching Peter?” Mr. Butler was an honorable man all his life. He was straightforward as always, not to mention that he had to ask now since his family had been involved too.


    Mr. Butler was hoping nca would be honest with him.


    What Mr. Butler had said shocked nca. She was feeling a bit stressed, but she tried to force a smile, “Mr. Butler…”


    “You don’t have to call me Mr. Butler. I guess you are about the same age as my Malinda – call me grandpa.”


    Speaking so, Mr. Butler had an even more serious look on.


    “Alright, grandpa.”


    Mr. Butler continued chitchatting with nca. Peter hadn’te back in yet. nca stood up with embarrassment, “I am going to go check on Peter.”


    Immediately, Mr. Butler followed with a question and changed the subject of their chat, “nca, can I take a look at your pendant?”