The man fetched the key and opened the door. They walked into the studio.
There were paintings scattering everywhere, and among them was Master Larry, who was standing in front of an oil painting with a serious expression.
Master Larry was in his eighties, his hair sparse but his eyes sharp. He looked scary when he was quiet.
"Master, Mr. James has made an appointment with you. He is here now." The man said softly.
Master Larry turned and ran his eyes on James for a few seconds and then back to the painting.
The man was a little helpless, ready to say something but was stopped by James. James told him to do his own things.
Kara took a step forward and stared at the painting in front of Master Larry.
On the canvas was a woman who stared into the distance under the setting sun, her eyes full of melancholy. The painting was shrouded in dense gloom. Looking at it made people feel heavy and uneasy.
Kara started to learn oil painting at a young age but she liked to use bright colors because she wanted to make people feel warm and happy.
"The colors in the distance are too dark. When someone feels sad, he can only see his own misery. The scenery in the distance is not important at all, or sometimes even bleaker."
Kara's soft voice broke the silence of the studio. Master Larry turned to her, his gaze sharp and extremely unkind.
Kara felt her hair stand up under his gaze. She realized that she did something wrong and subconsciously grabbed James's pinky in horror.
How could Master Larry not discover that meaning? There must be something else hidden in the painting. She felt sorry to disturb him.
"I'm sorry, Master Larry. I'm wrong."
"You are."
She made a mistake that she was telling the truth but apologized for it.
Master Larry's voice was stern and cold. It sounded like he disliked her.
Before he continued, Kara's face turned pale. 'Do I look so horrible?' Larry thought to himself.
"Master Larry, Kara was just a little girl and said what she thought. I hope you don't mind." Feeling Kara's uneasiness, James held her hand.
Even James was a leader of the SA Group and had a high social status, he showed great respect to Larry and even apologized for what Kara did.
However, Master Larry didn't soften his expression but gave a cold snort.
He turned around to drink water but there was no water in the cup.
Kara noticed Master Larry's glance cast upon her. She was a timid but observant girl.
She hurriedly went forward and poured him a glass of water. When she found the water was cold, she poured out the water again.
"Master Larry, I ... I'll make you a cup of tea." Kara carried the teapot downstairs.
Seeing Kara's departure, Master Larry said, "Is this the little girl you have mentioned who wants to be my student?"
"Her father is David Quian and mother is Veronica Cooper. Do you remember them?" James guided.
"Their daughter?" Master Larry looked surprised. Seemingly thinking of something, he slightly knitted his eyebrows.
"I heard that she has always been ill in one way or another and don't know she is so grown up."
Kara brought up the hot tea and carefully filled Master Larry's cup. Under Master Larry's sharp gaze, her hand trembled slightly.
"Don't burn yourself." James was afraid that she would burn herself, stepping forward to help her.
"I'm okay."
Putting down the teacup, Kara stood beside James, her hands covered with cold sweat.
James knew that she was a timid girl, but didn't expect she would be so scared by Larry.
He spread out her palms and found that her fingers were a little red. He frowned in displeasure.
Master Larry raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw James's concern and intimacy towards Kara, but he did not directly ask.
After drinking the tea, Master Larry motioned to take a seat. Kara hesitated for a few seconds and unfolded the chair nearby, setting it behind him.
Seeing Kara trying her best to please him, Larry wanted to laugh.
Unlike her mother, demure and graceful, she was timid and cute, but more interesting.
"You want to my student?" He asked with a stern face.
"Yes."
Kara bowed her head, looking docile and sweet.
"Then you have to pay a lot of tuition fees. A few million," Master Larry said seriously.
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