Chapter 7
“But in the end, it’s just a worthless painting, so let it be destroyed.”
“No!” Marcel suddenly shouted at me, and his momentum gradually weakened under my astonished gaze.
“It’s not… It’s not a worthless painting, it’s our first encounter that I painted stroke by stroke….
I shrugged indifferently, “Well, if you say so, then it is.”
In Marcel’s incredulous gaze, I yawned and said, “I am tired, can you please let me take a break?”
I woke up and my mentor asked me to deliver a document to her
When I hastily opened the door, I was startled by the black figure standing at the entrance.
I frowned and looked at him, “Marcel? Why are you still here?”
Marcel lowered his eyes and said, “The place where you said we were together is our home.”
“You didn’t want to be with me, so I’ll just follow you then.”
Seeing that he was about to approach, 1 quickly pushed him away.
He couldn’t avoid it, and his elbow heavily hit the iron box behind him, instantly leaving a bloodstain.
I frowned and glanced at the time, then impatiently turned around and handed him iodine, alcohol, and gauze.
Marcel, ignoring his injury, joyfully spoke to me, “Alexa, I knew you still had feelings for me…”
“Overthinking,” I picked up the documents, “Don’t die at my doorstep.”
Seeing that he was still going to follow, I turned around and warned, “Don’t follow me anymore.”
After I had finished submitting the documents, my mentor called me over.
“Alexa, I haven’t had the chance before, but today, by chance, both of you are here, so it’s a good opportunity for us to get to know each other.” “This is Isiah Yoder, one year younger than you, he is your junior.”
A person with curly hair wearing a white shirt revealed two small tiger teeth and smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes, saying, “Hello, sister.” I nodded, “Hello.”
The mentor looked at us with satisfaction and said, “I only brought the two of you for this trip abroad, and I hope you take care of each other in private as well.
“Teacher, don’t worry, I knew it,” Isiah blinked his eyes, “Sister, it’s getting late, let me take you back”
Not wanting to worry my thertor, I nodded.
Isich was very talkative along the way and be educated me about the customs and traditions of foreign countries. However, when he dropped me off at my doorstep, he pointed at the cigarette butts on the ground and expressed concern, saying, “Sister, is it not very safe here?
I felt like Laughing a little, and I found it a bit strange when did Marcel start smoking.
Marcel never appeared in front of me again since that night.
“I have already placed the high–end jewelry and designer handbags in your room. When will you come back?”
Actually, Marcel didn’t just say these things.
Marcel discovered that it was Nyla who destroyed my last painting and intended to expose it to the public, tarnishing my reputation. Filled with anger, he not only fired her but also reclaimed all the money he had spent on her during this time.
Not only that, he also forced Nyla to kneel down in front of my room, saying that if I didn’t come back that day, she would have to kneel here to atone
Marcel didn’t allow Nyla to get up, nor did he allow her to eat properly. Every day, she had half–cooled rice. Later, Nyla’s legs became necrotic, her stomach also had problems, and she felt close to fainting
Marcel then disdainfully threw her into a mental hospital.
Nyla did not fare well after going in. She could only survive on liquid food every day and was specifically singled out by Marcel to “take care of”
Someone had seen her before she entered the mental hospital, and they said she looked withered, like a dead person.
No one knew Nyla’s whereabouts since then.
Afterwards, Marcel started to go on a crazy shopping spree. He bought the restur jewelry, and plenty of blue roses.
AUL…
I looked at Marcel and said, “Do you love me?
that I had always wanted to go to, the newly released handbags and

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