Came Back as an Heiress After My Ex-Fiancé Made Me Blind novel Chapter 229

Before Victoria could speak, Carl said resolutely, "It must be you! I asked you if you could draw, and you said a little, but I thought your 'knowledge' was not that simple! Victoria, it's you! You are Yasmin Quillan, Right?"

Where's just a little?

It's more like a billion points!

Victoria didn't try to hide it and nodded calmly, "Yes.""

Carl's eyes lit up with excitement, "Victoria, you're amazing! Even someone like me, who knows nothing about traditional painting, has heard of Yasmin Quillan's name! Many people think her painting skills are amazing and assume she's an elderly master, but I didn't expect her to be so young!"

Carl eagerly continued, "Victoria, considering how close we are, could you find some time to paint a picture for me? I'll frame it and hang it at home, cultivating my artistic temperament!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Jack, "Help me out here! Convince Victoria to paint a picture for me!"

Jack went into protective mode, "Don't trouble her."

Victoria glanced at him silently...

Carl was disappointed.

‘You're too protective of her!’

Why does even a painting request turn into a romantic gesture?

Why?

Victoria coughed lightly, "Actually, I'm not tired. What do you want?"

Carl immediately raised his hand like a well-behaved elementary school student, "I want a picture of little chickens pecking grains! Each little chicken should be round and chubby! It should look festive, cute, and uplifting!"

Victoria said, "...Okay, very thoughtful."

Ah! Victoria, you're so great! You don't mind my nonsense at all!" Carl was moved to tears.

Victoria glanced at him, "Mind? Who said I don't mind?"

Carl stared silently...

His heart shattered into pieces.

Pieces like dumpling filling!

The kind that can't be put together!

Carl glanced at Jack, seeing his eyes glued to Victoria, then looked at his Victoria

Okay, he still has some sense for knowing when he is the third wheel. He better leave on his own!

Carl, holding his broken heart, left without looking back

Victoria blinked blankly, looked at Jack on the sofa, and asked, "What is he here for? Just to have free breakfast?"

Jack raised an eyebrow, "And asked for a painting."

Thinking of this, Victoria walked up to him and complained in a low voice, "You were talking nonsense just now, why would I get tired from drawing a painting."

Jack said, "I don't want you to paint for him."

Victoria, "Why?"

"You haven't painted for me before."

"Nonsense! I've painted you before, okay?"

"...Yes, you painted a dog for me." The man's eyebrow subtly raised, calmly watching her.

Victoria stared at him silently.

Victoria wanted to say something, but her phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.

Now, whenever she sees an unfamiliar number, she becomes wary. Could it be another call from the Montgomery family with a different number?

But if she didn't answer, what if it was someone else with important matters?

Victoria pondered for two seconds and finally answered.

"Hello, hello."

After Victoria finished speaking, he waited for the person on the other end of the phone to reply.

However, only faint breathing could be heard, and there were no voices.

Victoria frowned.

Trent?

She looked indifferent and hung up.

Jack saw her reaction and guessed it. His voice was deep as he asked, "Trent?"

"Is there something wrong with his head? Why does he keep calling with different numbers? Tricks me into answering, then stays silent." Victoria couldn't understand his intentions.

Jack raised his hand and pulled her to sit on the sofa. "Shall I help you find out where he is now?"

"Why investigate him? I don't care." Victoria was not at all interested in Trent's whereabouts, nor did she care about what he was doing now."

In the end, she had nothing to do with the Montgomery family.