Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 150

When I arrived back at my exhibition, the same staff from before was there as if she was waiting for me. Once she spotted me, she came up to me excitedly and I wondered what she wanted.

“You’re such a hot artist or maybe you’re such a hot girl,” she said teasingly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Just now, another hot guy was here staring at that painting again. Maybe that painting attracts hot guys,” she said with a laugh.

“What did he look like? Was he tall with light blond hair and blue eyes?” I asked rapidly as I put my hand up above my head to indicate Hayden’s height.

“Yup, I think so…” she replied as she rubbed her chin in thought.

“Where is he now?” I asked immediately.

“Too bad you missed him. He left already; he should be out of the building by now…” she said.

I didn’t listen to her until the end once again. I knew that it was a long shot, but I decided to run after him. If he was headed to the exit of the building, then he must have gone this way…

At the end, after looking everywhere that I could think of, I couldn’t find Hayden. Deflated, I returned to the painting of my grandmother again. It wasn’t surprising that I couldn’t find him. That was simply because he didn’t want to be found. He came all the way to my exhibition, but he decided to avoid me completely. If Ethan was right and Hayden’s men were watching me then he clearly chose the time when I was away with Ethan to come and see my work.

Why won’t he see me?

…

A few days later the exhibition came to an end without any further noteworthy incidents. The feedback that I received were positive enough and surprisingly, I had a few job offers for painting commissions.

Overall, it was the perfect way to wrap up my university career and open up a door for me to become a professional artist.

A day after the end of the exhibition, I got an unexpected call from my university professor. I was on my way back from teaching at the art school when my phone rang. Rumbling through the contents of my bag, I finally found my phone and quickly answered the call.

“Malissa, your professor here,” the professor said in a friendly voice.

“Oh, hello…” I replied, unsure of what he wanted.

“You don’t have to sound so worried. I’m calling about some good news. You see, a bid came in for that painting of your grandmother that you displayed as the centerpiece for your exhibition,” the professor said.

“Really? Someone wanted to buy it?” I asked in disbelief.

Of course, I was happy that someone wanted to buy my artwork; however, I had very mixed feeling about selling that painting in particular.

“Yes. The bid is also outrageously high. Like sky high…” the professor continued.

“How much is the offer?” I asked, not expecting very much.