Reclaiming Her Heart

Patrick also saw that car for the first time and couldn't help but show off.

"Selena you saw that car did you not? I heard that it costed tens of millions, and tonight it came but with a big boss, the persons in charge are accompanied by several rounds of wine, but also he said that the white wall looked a little empty, I just thought of you, these bosses have tricky tastes, and drive these kinds of cars, they may also have a bad temper, but you do not have too much pressure.

The compounds were the best places to stay in You County, said to be in accordance with the standards of the five-star hotel to create, never open to the public, the reception were for You County investment businessmen. For Selena, it was also the first time to go in.

"The paint is ready, now want to go to the scene to see?"

"I can see that the other party is a bit anxious," Selena put her thing's aside and nodded, "Then please lead me over."

When they got there, they realized that the location of the white wall was indeed in the most conspicuous place, and people passing by would basically see it.

About three meters long, reflecting the elegant scenery around, for people who seeked details, this blank space was indeed a little bit oligarchic.

Selena surveyed the paint prepared by the other party, although not as good as what she was used to using, but it was not bad.

"I'll move my brush later."

The person next to her wanted to say that she should be careful, but when she thought that she was from New York Academy of Fine Arts, she swallowed her words. Selena sat down on a chair and looked at it carefully while she was thinking about it in her head.

With an idea in her mind, she bent over and set her paints, ready to start writing.

*

Back in the reception room, Raymond raised his hand and rubbed his brow. The people who were present tonight were a few heads of local companies, many of them old, and it was clear that they really wanted to do something for this small place.

He didn't like to drink when negotiating, but tonight he made some exceptions.

John saw him rubbing his temples and thought he had a headache, "Why don't you take a break and I'll have them make some sober soup and bring it over?"

Raymond took off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and the smell of alcohol seemed to dissipate a little.

The man sat on the couch, his face handsome and sharp, his brow bones deep, his nose high, and he waved his hand.

"No, I'll go out later and take a look around, you go get some rest."

John nodded, "There are no large factories on this side of You County, and the air quality is really good, so maybe the top is thinking of developing this into a tourist area precisely because of this." John folded the suit he had taken off and handed it over to the people waiting outside.

The cool breeze of the night was pleasant, and Raymond swept his eyes out the window and walked outside.

Selena had already drawn the outline of the surrounding area and determined the general composition of the painting before she realized that it was already dark.

She had painted a picture of an old man fishing, with a few elements, the river and the mountain, and the lonely old man against each other, not stealing the limelight from the surrounding scenery, but not overly bland. Noticing that the paint tray was already a little dirty, she intended to go to the faucet not far away to wash her hands and change the water along the way.

It was ten o'clock at night and there was no one around, so she walked faster with her things, but when she looked down to organize her painting equipment, she bumped into a pair of faintly wine-scented arms. The unused black paint in her hand spilled onto the white shirt and also onto Selena herself.

Raymond looked down, looked at the shirt that was splashed all over, obviously thinking he could no longer wear it, brows wrinkled, as his deep black eyes set off a cool coldness.

He also found that the person who hit him was somewhat familiar, and when Selena raised her eyes, the two pairs of eyes met.

When she saw him, she seemed even more shocked, her eyes twitched unexpectedly, and she almost didn't hold the things in her hands.

"Mr. Montague, what are you doing here?"