My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 2009

"Mommy, here." Wynn lifted up his hand and handed me the box. He said, "Mommy, Uncle's paintings are amazing. There will also be many other collections from other top tier painters in the gallery. Lots of people would love to take a look."

I patted him on the shoulder and smiled to show that I understood. "Good boy."

There was no need for him to explain any further. The golden invitation in my hand alone was enough to represent the value of the art gallery from the Marshall family.

These weasels wouldn't offer their help for nothing. Jordan didn't show up when Hendrix resigned, but he was standing in front of me right now. Who knows what scheme he had concocted behind our backs.

Knowing oneself and the enemy was the best way to have control over the situation. I was also looking for any opportunity to get to know Jordan better. After a moment, I agreed. "Thank you for the invite, Jordan. I will definitely come by tomorrow."

Jordan curled his lips upwards and said nothing.

Wynn then came back with the microcomputer he had picked up from the coffee table, walked towards him, and asked sincerely, "Uncle Jordan, there seems to be something wrong with the program and the materials you gave me last time. Can you help me see what the problem is?"

"Of course." Jordan was very polite. He took the microcomputer and sat down on the sofa together with Wynn.

Once men were focused on the things they liked, they would easily ignore everything else around them. I had been highly coveted earlier, and now I wasn't even worth a moment of attention.

Knowing how Wynn was like, he wouldn't take his mind off things until he solved the problem. So I brought the dishes to the kitchen for the servants to wash up.

I was walking out of the kitchen when Aurelia had just finished her bath and ran downstairs happily expecting to play with her brother. She called her brother's name along her way down the stairs then plopped onto the sofa next to Wynn. Wynn replied calmly, "Wait for me here. I'll be done very soon."

Jordan however, was very passionate. He smiled and greeted Aurelia. "You must be Aurelia, right? I'm your uncle, Jordan. Do you remember me?"

"Uncle Jordan?" Aurelia scratched the back of her head, then shook her head and said with some confusion, "I don't remember you. Do you know me?"