Aurelia was speechless.
Evelyn was the sister of his first love, so everything she did was right. Cunningness was touted as wisdom, nepotism as networking skills...everything was an advantage.
Just who was she, a plain jane, to compare with?
Everything she did became his pet peeve, a source of derision.
Every word she spoke was mocked by him.
A blatant double standard!
As she was fuming, Leopold's phone rang. She took a glance, it was Evelyn.
He stepped out onto the balcony to take the call, his voice barely audible. Despite straining her ears, Aurelia could not make out the conversation.
Without guessing, she knew it must be sweet words, not meant for her ears.
Leopold ended his call, came back and picked up his coat from the couch, "I have to go. Competition breeds progress, it's not a bad thing for you."
Aurelia was speechless, sticking her tongue out at his retreating back.
She was sure he was off to meet Evelyn.
Such a philanderer, no loyalty at all.
But, it was not her who was being cheated on, poor Elowen!
After biting into an apple, she walked into her room, only to find her oil painting missing from the easel.
She hurried to Laura's room and knocked on the door, "Laura, where's my painting?"
"It's in the trash...by the master."
Laura sighed.
She had planned on buying a frame to hang the painting, but as soon as the master arrived, he had walked into the room, grabbed the painting, and torn it to shreds without a second word.
Laura was worried whether Aurelia had upset the master and they were going to fight, but thankfully everything seemed calm after.
Perhaps the master just didn't like the painting.
Aurelia was flabbergasted. She walked over to the trash can and saw the crushed remnants of her painting, her rage boiling over.
What came over him?
Why did he rip her painting?
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