No wonder people said that great disciples owed their accomplishments to their masters.
“You’re so talented, Lottie.” Lochlan carefully put away her painting. “I’ll send it for mounting tomorrow. Your painting has improved so much compared to last time.”
“She is very talented.” Ashlyn also put away her own painting.
“She used to buy books to study and practice on her own. She didn’t have a teacher. It’s all self-taught.” Lochlan smiled. “She improved a lot with your help, Ms. Berry.”
“Yes, I can see that. That’s why I said she’s talented.” Ashlyn raised a brow.
Being praised this way, Charlotte’s cheeks heated up as she looked at Ms. Berry with an expectant look on her face. “Ms. Berry, can I keep your painting?”
Spencer couldn’t help himself from blurting out, “Do you know how much Ms. Berry’s paintings are...”
“It’s fine, Spencer,” Ashlyn interrupted him, then took out her painting. After dropping her initials ‘A.B.’ on it, she brought it to Charlotte. “Here, it’s yours now.”
“I’ll definitely treasure it,” Charlotte chirped excitedly.
Lucas was filled with bitter envy. “You have never even painted for me.”
The bitterness in his tone was so apparent everyone around could feel it.
Lochlan’s jaw dropped to the ground as shock overwhelmed him.
Is this man who just spoke in such a childish manner really the legendary terrifying Mr. Nolan?
How could he say such childish words?
What shocked Lochlan even more was that Ashlyn had rolled her eyes at Lucas with an impatient look on her face, then said in a rude tone, “I’ll paint for you some other time.”
He could hardly believe that there was a woman in this world who dared to roll her eyes at a petrifying man like Lucas.
Lochlan’s respect for Ashlyn instantly skyrocketed.
He glanced at Mr. White and found no change in his expression. He looked as if he had seen something like this a thousand times.
Lochlan steadied himself, quickly walked towards his car with Charlotte’s hand in his.
“You said it. So, you can’t break your promise,” Lucas’ magnetic voice reached his ears.
“I won’t,” Ashlyn sounded annoyed.
“So, will you draw a painting for me tomorrow?”
“I’m busy tomorrow.”
“What about the day after then?”
“Can you just shut up!”
Ashlyn literally growled at him in response.
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