His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 318

"Ms. Valerie."

Eliza peered through the peephole. It was Carlos.

What was he doing here so late?

"Mr. Carlos, is there something you need?"

Eliza's voice wasn't exactly warm, but it was polite enough.

Carlos grinned awkwardly and apologized, "I might have been a bit forward at school today. I hope you don't hold it against me. But the art competition about construction workers is really meaningful. It can help improve their working conditions and maybe even raise their wages."

Not this again.

Eliza had no interest in discussing it, "Mr. Carlos, did you come all the way here just to talk about that?"

"Sort of." He pulled out a drawing from his bag, one he had done a few days ago. "Ms. Valerie, check these out. I drew them on-site, capturing moments of the workers at their jobs and during breaks."

Honestly?

Eliza wasn't interested at all. A competition was unlikely to change the reality for a whole group of people. But, to be polite, she glanced at the drawings.

It was mostly scenes of workers hard at work.

But one close-up caught her eye...

A man's face, covered in dust, lips chapped, holding a piece of bread in a rag-wrapped hand—he was probably injured.

But those eyes... looked so familiar, like... Casper’s eyes.

Eliza's heart skipped a beat.

It seemed abrupt to confirm someone was alive based on a single drawing.

Pointing at the figure, she asked Carlos, "Who is this?"