Lil Michael learned painting from a professional abstract painter, but he could also paint realistic pieces.
The boy looked so professional in his artist apron. He lifted his head and looked at Clayton.
"This is me, and that's Pretty Lady!"
Lil Michael pointed to the painting that seemed to have three figures.
Clayton nodded and pointed to another person.
"What about this one?"
Lil Michael stammered and was hesitant.
Clayton narrowed his eyes and stared at his son with a n intimidating gaze.
"Hmm? Who are you painting?"
Nicole finished her phone call and leisurely came over to join in the fun.
Sure enough, there was another man next to the little child in Michael's painting.
Could it be Clayton?
That could not be because if it was Clayton, why would Lil Michael be stammering?
Lil Michael muttered, "This is Big Brother Logan!”
There was a moment of silence in the living room.
Even Yvette could not help but glance sideways to watch the drama unfold.
Clayton’s temperament instantly turned strange.
"Logan?!"
Lil Michael nodded happily.
"Big Brother Logan is so awesome! He can help Pretty Lady with so many things in a day and can do everything! I wanna learn from him. He’s my idol!”
Clayton’s eyebrows converged and he stared at Lil Michael gravely without speaking.
'I can’t even compare to Logan?! How did Logan appear in Lil Michael's painting?!’ Clayton thought.
Nicole paused in her footsteps, walked over, and smiled. "Lil Michael was with Logan all day today and seemed to have learned a lot of things, huh?"
"Of course! Big Brother Logan is amazing! He knows almost everyone in the office and even knows all their personality traits!"
Clayton’s gasping breath obviously deepened.
He could betray his marriage for the sake of his family's interests, let alone a mere fruitless relationship.
Yvette hid for three days.
Sean had been bombarding Yvette with calls in the beginning, but now, there was no movement.
Perhaps he understood that his call was just a waste o f time and was futile.
Almost four or five days have passed since then.
Nicole saw that Yvette woke up early in the morning t o freshen up. Yvette's beautiful figure shuffled through Nicole’s dressing room as Yvette tried on some outfits.
"Nicole, I'm moving out today, so you don’t need to wait up for me tonight."
Nicole froze for a moment. “So soon?"
Yvette was still a mess.
"My mother heard about this from someone. She wants me to get back to reality and work hard. She even arranged a dinner with business partners this evening."
Nicole looked at Yvette and felt heartbroken. "Auntie Quimbey sure is a realist!"
Yvette said, "Yeah, nothing is as important as making money! By the way, I'm wearing this dress..."
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