Chapitre 67: An Oscar-Winning Actress

Ferne looked at the unfurled paintings on the table. He had to say that these were pretty good ones. The artistic conception was fairly clean, pure and peaceful. At the corner of it lied a mini signature: Britt.

"Who's the painter?" Ferne asked casually.

Emily pointed at Harold and said, "Him."

Harold, "...."

Ferne nodded. Now he knew what had happened. He glanced at Harold in pity, like he was saying "It's really tough to work for someone else. So pathetic".

Harold glared back. His expression says for him, "I don't need your sympathy."

Ferne, however, was mistaken. What he read from Harold's gaze was "Yes, yes, after all she pays". Immediately, he turned his sympathetic gaze to Emily. "Why don't you keep the card Armando gave you last time? The money is enough for you to live the rest of your life comfortably."

"I feel at ease spending my own money." Emily looked at the painting on the table quietly.

"...."