Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife

Chapter 5

Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Control Your Dog!

Elena became more and more envious as she looked at this painting. She praised, “Honestly, I haven’t seen you pick up a pen, but why is your style so unique and distinctive when you do?”

Martina was not convinced and said, “Who said I haven’t picked up a pen?”

Elena replied, “I remember you haven’t completed a single painting from graduation until now, right?”

Martina was speechless.

Actually, Martina did paint, but Elena didn’t know because Martina’s paintings always focused on one person. She poured all her energy into that person, including her talent.

All the effort in recent years had been put into drawing Benjamin, but she didn’t want to talk about it at this moment.

At noon, Elena said she had some urgent orders to deal with.

Martina nodded in agreement, then casually ordered takeout in the studio and planned to continue working after lunch.

She worked until the end of the workday in the afternoon.

Because she was too focused, even when Elena came in, Martina didn’t notice and continued drawing, just adjusting her blue–framed glasses.

It wasn’t until Elena spoke up that Martina looked up, “The butler from your house has come to pick you up.”

Her thoughts slowly emerged from the drawing. Because of her confusion, her eyes were clear and bottomless, and her appearance was both beautiful and cute.

to pick up Martina was a senior member of the wealthy Walker family, having served the family since the time

he here for?” Elena yawned and deliberately provoked, “Of course, he’s here to

and threw it, saying, “I think

wanted to let go.

little interest and replied, “If

heard that this butler was always hypocritical and

generations of the Walker family, failed

and said, “I’ll go turn down the air

59 °F, but if Elena turned

fine,” Martina said no

outside for nearly three hours. He only left after Martina finished coloring the painting and the paint was almost dry. He picked up the cup beside him and wanted to get

from her office. As Martina passed through the hall,

hearing a familiar voice, Martina turned around and saw the butler still standing upright with a slightly displeased look on

in the cold air,

Martina was

him with her cup and asked, “Do

and assertive manner that didn’t leave room for small talk. “You’ve had your fill of entertainment. It’s time to return,” he

surge of irritation. It was one thing for Benjamin to issue orders, but what right

an unreasonable three–year–old. Please don’t make trouble for

but now he knew not to make things

folded together and said,

polite request. He remarked, “Miss Martinez may occasionally show a little temper, which

back her temper, “Wow, How am I

one by one, “First of all, Miss Martinez, you

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