Maverick looked at Elenore, "I hope it is not you. This kind of behavior is very childish and boring, but I think it is necessary for me to ask you face to face. You know that I can investigate it."
"You just thought it was me," Elenore said with a sad face.
She smiled bitterly, "Do you think I'm such a stupid person? If it really was me, would there be a need for me to be so rough? What's more, why would I do this? Do you think I'm jealous? You... Do you think I have any other thoughts about you?"
Maverick frowned.
Elenore said, "It has been so many years. You should know that we are friends. If I really had other thoughts about you, why would I wait until now? I'm straightforward. There is no need to play such childish tricks, right?"
Maverick did not make a sound.
"If you think it's me, I have nothing to say."
She paused for a moment, but she was still unconvinced. "Maverick, we have been friends for so many years. Now, however you like that woman, you should suspect me like this, right?"
Maverick finally said, "As I said, I was just asking you. Because I didn't want to investigate you behind your back, that's why I put it on the table. Isn't your reaction a little too much?"
Elenore's tone became sharper. "Am I not nice enough to you? All these years, I have done my best to help you, right? Don't you think I will be sad if you are like this?"
"I will investigate it thoroughly," Maverick said with a headache.
In the end, the two parted on bad terms.
After he left, the aggrieved and angry expressions on Elenore's face disappeared. There was a bit of stubbornness in her eyes. Then she called and said, "Follow my instructions and proceed with the second step."
He did not want to make too much of a fuss with Elenore. It was mainly because she had helped him in the past. Moreover, they had indeed been friends for many years. Even if he was an indifferent person, he would not be so ungrateful.
He sat in the car and pondered.
Putting everything aside, even if Elenore really did this behind his back, he thought that at most, he would just put the proof in front of her, and from then on, the two of them should not be in contact anymore.
But now, he felt that things should not be that simple.
Therefore, he quickly sent people to investigate.
On the other hand, he called Everly immediately, but unfortunately, no one answered.
He kept calling her. In the end, his phone was directly hit to the point that it ran out of battery. He was a little helpless. He definitely did not have the mood to stay in Italy. He simply let people prepare his luggage and went straight back to City C.
...
In fact, it was not that Everly did not want to answer the phone on purpose.
In the afternoon, she went to the painting room and had a good experience. After all, she had not touched this for many years, so her mobile phone was naturally muted.
When she was in a bad mood, she didn't like to go on a blind alley and it would be better for her to do something that distracted her attention.
So she didn't pay extra attention to the countless phone calls in her bag.
Today, the owner of the studio was here. Everly had checked online before. The content of the studio was not bad. Moreover, the owner of the studio was a new artist in the circle.
The work mainly used color to draw attention, and each picture had its own characteristics.
The author was a man. He was about the same age as Everly. He looked gentle and elegant. She was almost a green hand. This author was quite a nice person. He asked her why she wanted to learn painting at this age.
She said to him, "I liked it when I was in university. At that time, I didn't have the conditions. I struggled for a few years just to do what I wanted to do. I never thought of becoming famous. I wanted to make my dream come true. Even if I could only draw for a while, I would have no regrets for the rest of my life."
The author named Dean seemed to admire her mentality. He raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Although I am not a very famous painter, I know many masters. I can introduce you to them slowly. If you it is appropriate for you, you can come to class later."
"Thank you." She was very happy.
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