Chapter 401


    Sensing an awkwardness in the atmosphere, I was just about to persuade Remington, when we were


    interrupted by Crystal’s dreary voice.


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    “Spencer, please do not be upset with Remington over me. It was my fault. I was worried about Yvonne


    and so I said something offensive. I’m sorry, Remington.


    Harumph! Julian snorted and left in a huff, perhaps offended by Remington.


    I was fortunate enough to be treated as a distinguished guest because of Christopher and was seated


    at the main table with Remington. Unfortunately, Crystal was also at the main table which irritated me.


    There was a live exhibition as one of the artists sketched the scene of the mingling guests with just a


    few strokes of the pencil. I quietly stole a nce at Remington and then red at him rather angrily.


    With a tone of displeasure, I said, “You can see quite normally, so why you pretended to be blind?”


    “Not long ago, I had an eye infection. The doctor told me to avoid sunlight by wearing sunsses. I did


    not deceive you on purpose.” Remington smiled at me apologetically.


    He was so quick to apologize that it made me seem rather petty. Immediately, I felt embarrassed. In a


    low voice, I said, “I’m sorry that I have misjudged you. It was my fault that you got a tongueshing


    from Crystal. Thanks to your kindness, I did not have to make a quiet exit.”


    “That was nothing. Please don’t mention it.” Remington replied calmly.


    “It is possible that this molehill would turn into a mountain.” I had to warn Remington. “Just now, we


    were photographed by reporters. It is possible that the write-up in the papers would make it into


    something serious. I have a bad reputation, so you have to be mentally prepared.”


    “That bad?” Remington asked curiously. “Do you have a bad name?”


    “Well, not that bad, but quite terrible!” Nobody has ever written nice things about me. Even my family


    members say that. “If the reporters ask you forments. Just put all the me on me. Haha.”


    “I can only tell the truth. As a man, I cannot put all the me on ady to avoid getting into trouble.


    That would be unbing of a man.”


    It was because of these words of his that Remington earned my utmost respect. He was truly a man of


    high morals and great talent, also someone beautiful, inside and out.


    “Mr. Fowler, it’s your turn to exhibit your skill. Pleasee with me!” A staff member of the organizers


    came close to Remington and whispered to him.


    “Who will be doing the show with me?” Remington asked.


    “It’s Ms. Yates!” The staff member replied rather awkwardly.


    “Oh, really?” Remington smiled as he nced at Crystal who was ready and on standby near the


    easel. “Ms. Yates’ skills are beyond mine. Can I invite someone else toplete the Four Seasons


    Collection with me?”


    “Well…”


    Lost in thought, I had a ss of water in my hand. Christopher had gone out for a long time and had


    not returned, so I was wondering what he was up to. Suddenly, Remington walked up to me and invited


    me to paint with him. I was initially taken aback and then, excited. “Can I? I might do badly and affect


    your painting.”


    “I trust my judgment.” Remington led me right up to the easel and pointed at the canvas. “I’ve seen


    your paintings and I know you are imaginative. I’m sure you’ve seen the Four Seasons Collection


    before. All you have to do is paint on the left side and leave the right side to me.”


    I felt really lucky. Vigorously, I nodded my head. “Mr. Fowler, don’t worry. I’ll make you proud.” Crystal


    stood glued to the spot with the paintbrush in her hand. She looked awkward and must have felt awful.


    This was probably what I meant when I quoted that “people who set traps for others get caught


    themselves”.


    I held the brush, feeling excited as I stood next to Remington, thinking about how I should start after he


    had painted his first stroke. Suddenly, my mobile phone started to ring. I picked up the phone and saw


    that it was Sabrina calling me.


    “What’s the matter, Sabby?”


    “Eve, something terrible has happened. Monica killed herself at home just now. She caused such a stir.


    You hurry over, or else, I fear my idol will be moved by her persistence.”


    What? Monicamitted suicide? My mind went nk and I asked anxiously, “Is she safe now?”