However, when I turned around, she suddenly stopped me and said, "I thought you would talk to me!"
I hesitated for a moment, but I turned back to look at her. When I saw her black eyes, I was stunned for a moment before I said, "You're not cut out for business."
Once again, she nodded. "I know!"
I pursed my lips and looked at the painting in front of her. It seemed that the painting was not for the purpose of the bid, but rather leftover from the past. Someone probably felt it was beautiful, so they left it up on the wall. It looked a little sad, but it was still beautiful.
"Do you like the color black very much?" I asked. To tell the truth, I didn't want to come into contact with dark things anymore.
She nodded in response. After staring at the painting for a while, she looked back at me and raised her eyebrows. "Are you from the Roberts Group?"
I nodded. "Yes!"
"Oh," she said. "The man beside you is your husband. He's been treating you very well."
I pursed my lips and was not too surprised by her words.
I paused for a moment and lowered my head slightly. "He's there for me."
After a moment of silence, I looked at her and said, "In fact, you also know that business is not suitable for you. Since that's the case, why don't you do your own thing? The only thing in this world that can cure us is to be happy."
She smiled and said nothing.
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