Majestic Desert Splendor
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Before Eloise could utter the last word, Bonnie brutally flung her to the floor.
“You’d better behave, Eloise!” She then turned around and left.
Eloise felt the strange glances from the people around her and wished she could be on the other end of the earth right now.
‘Damn, that Bonnie! How dare she humiliate me?! This isn’t the end of it. I’m going to make her pay!’ Back at the Knight Villa, Floyd was counting down the time. He was pacing back and forth, feeling agitated.
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“Mr. Sigmund is going to chfrom the hospital soon, Mr. Ivor. But we still haven’t found a solution for the damaged painting. What do we do?” He was already picturing how the old man would throw a fit. It gave him goosebumps.
Ivor frowned, a faint layer of worry could be seen in his eyes. “We’ll have to tell him the truth. There’s no other way.” SEAR*ch the (Find)website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
‘I didn’t want it to end like this, either. However, this was how things were going now. I simply couldn’t figure out a better way to resolve this mess.’ Floyd scratched the back of his head furiously, trying to figure out a way out of this for his master.
“I’ve said it before, and I’m going to say it again. We could find a fake painting to soothe Mr. Sigmund first. Once we buy ourselves more time, we can think of a way to get it from Ms. Eloise and swap out the fake painting.” Ivor shook his head. “It won’t work. Like I said, Grandpa can tell the real painting from a counterfeit.” “Well, what are we going to do, then? I can already imagine how furious Mr. Sigmund will be when he finds out his precious painting was damaged beyond repair!” Floyd’s face was plagued with distress. However, getting agitated wouldn’t help at all. All they could do now was pray that Sigmund wouldn’t be too upset when he found out about the truth.
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Just as they were both at their wit’s ends, Alfred rushed inside and called out to his master.
“Mr. Ivor… Mr. Ivor…” Ivor turned around and saw that his butler was covered in sweat. He couldn’t help but ask, confused, “What is it? Why are you in such a hurry?” Alfred patted his chest and gave himself a moment to catch his breath before he said, “S-Someone sent us a painting.” Ivor felt a headache coming on when he heard the word ‘painting He couldn’t help but speak in a gloomy tone. “I’m not in the mood to care about other paintings now. Just put it in the storage.” Content He assumed sfamily sent them the painting in an attempt to gain favor with them.
Now, all he wanted was Master Kieran’s painting because no one else’s could get him out of the pickle he was in. Alfred realized his boss’s indifference toward the new painting and got so worked up that he couldn’t speak. His face was covered with sweat.
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Ivor noticed that there was something unusual about Alfred, and asked again, “What’s the matter? Is there anything else?” Alfred finally said it out loud. “B-But, the guy said it’s Master Kieran’s painting!” “Huh?” Ivor trembled. “Are you sure?” “I have no idea, but that’s what the guy said…” Alfred wasn’t particularly well-informed in this area. All he
knew was that his boss was looking. for Master Kieran’s painting. As someone sent them the parking soon as he got the news that el.n crushing to inform his boss about it.
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“Showthe painting.” Floyd quickly stepped forward, took the painting away from Alfred, and unrolled it.
Ivor cast a glance at it. He was stunned when he saw the tabby cat in the painting. X
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