Chapter 765: Chapter 765: Mrs. Gu Files a Complaint
“You must feel humiliated after being exposed, so you refuse to admit it, right? I saw through your little sche long ago, there’s no need to hide it anymore!” Lester Bank said.
Xaviera Evans: “?” If you’re sick in the head, go get it treated, don’t delay your treatnt!
She would never let herself be wronged. She abruptly turned around, and coldly looked at Lester Bank’s arrogant face before speaking nonchalantly: “Mr. Bank, who gave you this confidence? When did I ever say that I ca to be your apprentice? With your level, you can only teach soone with average abilities like Tracy Swift!”
This sentence mocked two people. Tracy’s face twisted in anger, her eyes almost popping out.
Lester Bank ground his teeth in hatred. He was always asked by others to accept apprentices or ghostwrite for them, and many competed for the opportunity. This was the first ti he’d offered to take an apprentice, and he had been rejected.
“Xaviera Evans! Rember this – no matter how much you beg in the future, I will never accept you as my disciple!” Lester Bank roared, utterly furious.
Xaviera couldn’t help but laugh. How could he say so ridiculous things like this? What could she learn from him as her master? To teach her how to plagiarize soone’s work or find soone to do her work for her?
Facing this kind of person, Xaviera didn’t feel like conversing with him. She simply turned around and left.
Tracy went pale, took a mont to collect herself, and then tried to comfort him: “Master, please don’t let her ruin your health. Xaviera is just too proud to admit that she has regrets. It’s normal.”
“Hmph! I will never accept her as my disciple. She thinks a little talent ans she can do whatever she wants, but with bad character, how can she make a stand in the oil painting world?” Lester Bank grumbled.
Tracy pretended to be helpless: “Everyone knows that Xaviera lacks patience. After all, she doesn’t even have a single complete work. It really is a waste.”
Upon hearing this, the others in the room beca even more disdainful. Xaviera was relying on her talent to act so arrogantly, but without a single complete work, she couldn’t even be considered as an artist.
Xaviera knew that these people were all on the sa level, so she didn’t bother explaining herself. She wandered around without finding Cold Night and decided to give up, considering the exhibition would last for three days, and perhaps Cold Night might show up on the following days.
She followed Xenia Jaak to Sir Jaak’s restroom and greeted him before returning to Caleb Mat’s Restroom.
As soon as Xaviera entered, she frowned, looking as if soone had bullied her. “Caleb, I’m so mad! Tracy Swift and Lester Bank bullied , how could they say such things to a cute girl like !”
Caleb slowly looked up.
Xaviera complained pitifully: “When I went to the rest area, I happened to run into them and they started mocking without knowing the facts. Lester Bank even said I’m ungrateful! I feel so dizzy! Am I sick from anger? My body is too weak!”
Caleb pressed his brow and called, “Sean Price.”
Sean Price glanced at Xaviera, ca over with a deep aning.
Caleb: “Sobody bullied my wife. You go and handle it.”
Sean Price held back the twitch at the corner of his mouth and replied, “Yes!”
Tracy Swift and Lester Bank dared to bully his wife? If they really angered his wife, they wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun!
After Sean Price left, Caleb held the delicate woman in his arms and softly asked, “Did you find Cold Night?”
Xaviera hung her head in disappointnt: “No! I looked everywhere but didn’t find him. Instead, I ran into Lester Bank and Tracy Swift. I almost died from anger!”
She leaned on Caleb’s chest and squinted for a while, then opened her eyes and looked at the ti. “The exhibition ceremony is about to start. I want to go and see it.”
Caleb gently said, “Go ahead.”
As soon as Xaviera left, Caleb picked up his phone to send a ssage. The other party quickly called back: “Mr. Cold Night, will you attend the exhibition ceremony? That Mr. Drew really ca to inquire about your whereabouts.”
“What did he ask?” Caleb asked.
The person on the phone was the person in charge of the painting exhibition. His face was unspeakable. “He asked if you were present? And … asked if you’re still… alive?”
The person in charge couldn’t understand why these people always assud that Cold Night was an old man on his deathbed. The fact was that Cold Night was only in his twenties and in his pri!
And what was more strange about Mr. Drew was why he asked specifically if Cold Night was still alive? What was he trying to do?
Caleb sneered: “Heh! That sounds like sothing a retard would ask!”
“Hehe, Mr. Cold Night, you’re right.” The person in charge gave an embarrassed smile.
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