"What a load of hogwash!" The middle-aged man suddenly scolded loudly. "This is a downright disrespect to Ms. Mirabelle. You folks are going off half-cocked. You should apologize to Ms. Mirabelle right away."
The head of security imdiately dropped his gaze, apologizing to the middle-aged man and Mirabelle. He explained that even though the idea wasn’t his brainchild, he needed to shoulder the bla.
"Ms. Mirabelle, I’m sorry for the misconduct of my team," the middle-aged man said, shaking hands with Rosemary and expressing his deep apology.
"Your interpretation of the artwork is spot-on. I thought you’d use conventional symbols to denote longevity and peace, but you chose such a unique path. It’s really striking and top-notch!"
In this painting, there were two special birds, a species native only to eastern countries. The long tail feathers of the birds looked like ribbons, and they had the longest lifespan among small birds. Hence, they symbolized longevity.
The two birds were flying through the clouds, their motions intricately depicted. Every elent in the painting, be it the birds, the landscapes, or the flora, ca to life under Rosemary’s brush, captivating the viewer.
"There are many good painters in the art world, but no one can compare to you when it cos to capturing the hardest elents of form and essence."
Other artists’ works either lacked depth in the ambiance or didn’t adequately represent the form. But Rosemary was hailed as a master of oriental painting art, not only because she brought a fresh style to the art form, but also because each of her works had a distinct personal touch. Crucially, she could capture the hard-to-grasp essence and form in her art. This exquisite skill was beyond the average artist.
"Ms. Mirabelle, could I ask for your autograph?" A middle-aged man, looking like a fanboy, gazed expectantly at Rosemary.
"Sure," Rosemary replied calmly. "Where should I sign?"
"Here," the man said, opening a cherished notebook he carried with him and handing it over with both hands.
Rosemary picked up the pen and wrote a line on the first page: ’May you seize favourable opportunities and circumstances, brave difficulties, and stride forward to realize your lofty aspirations.’ She signed her na in the bottom right corner: ’Mirabelle.’
The man didn’t expect Ms. Mirabelle to include a blessing for him. He was touched and unexpectedly noticed that Ms. Mirabelle’s handwriting resembled that of a calligrapher he admired. Before he could think more, Ms. Mirabelle spoke.
"I have other matters to attend to. Unless there’s anything else, I’ll take my leave," Rosemary said, preparing to leave.
The man hurriedly said, "Ms. Mirabelle, please wait."
Rosemary was puzzled. Was there sothing else?
"I just wanted to ask, Ms. Mirabelle, do you have a boyfriend? My son is about your age."
Rosemary caught his drift and replied lightly, "I have a boyfriend."
She has a boyfriend? A hint of regret flashed in the man’s eyes, but he quickly said, "That’s alright. I’ll walk you out, Ms. Mirabelle."
"No need," Rosemary said lightly. "Please hold."
She nodded and was about to leave the warehouse when she saw a security guard quickly approach the middle-aged man, whispering sothing in his ear.
The man looked towards Rosemary’s retreating figure and asked with so surprise, "Ms. Mirabelle, do you know Roo from McMllian Corporation?"
Rosemary stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him.
"My man here tells that you’re driving Roo’s car."
Rosemary frowned slightly. She had this feeling that soone was sneakily watching her from upstairs. Calmly, she said, "If you need anything in the future, just talk to directly. Don’t bother him."
The middle-aged man looked a bit confused. Was she worried about him bothering Roo? Just as he was about to explain that she might have got it wrong, he saw the girl glance upstairs, walk out of the warehouse, take a hairpin from the bodyguard’s leader, get into a car, and leave.
She was young but had such a strong personality and presence.
The woman upstairs only ca down after Rosemary had left. "Do you think she noticed ?"
"Nah, she just casually looked up. Probably because the light above was too glaring," the middle-aged man said, pulling her into his embrace. "After we deliver the painting tomorrow, let’s leave this place."
"Alright," the woman said, looking at Rosemary’s retreating figure with a hint of regret in her voice. "It’s a sha. She already has a boyfriend."
If that wasn’t the case, Rosemary’s aura, age, and painting skills would have been a good match for her son.
Rosemary drove to her next destination and called Roo to update him on her situation.
Having anxiously waited for nearly an hour at ho, Roo finally heard her voice and felt a weight lift off his heart.
"Does anyone else know that the hairpin you gave is a tracker?" Rosemary suddenly asked.
Roo was a bit puzzled. "Did you get caught?"
"Yeah."
"Did they give you trouble?"
"No."
Roo heaved a sigh of relief and began to ponder.
"Only my developnt team and I have seen the hairpin. It hasn’t been leaked, and it’s not available on the market," Roo said. "The developnt team is loyal to , and they wouldn’t betray ."
Their wealth wouldn’t be enough to buy a painting priced at ten million either. So, how did the fact that the hairpin was a tracker get leaked, and why was it spotted instantly? It almost caused trouble for Rosemary.
"Well, you better check. There might be a mole," Rosemary said while driving. "I’m almost there. I’ll call you when I’m done."
"Alright," Roo cautioned. "Be careful."
"Yeah, don’t worry."
Rosemary parked her car in the private club’s garage and saw two pretty girls getting out of another sports car. One of them, with her beautiful features, had an air of arrogance about her.
Alma Collins? What was she doing here?
Alma had also noticed Rosemary. She didn’t expect Rosemary to co here, let alone in Roo’s car!
"Rose," Alma smiled. "Are you alone? Want to hang out with us? We have a class reunion tonight."
Rosemary glanced at the friend next to Alma, who was acting as if she was top dog. With her arms crossed over her chest, she looked at Rosemary with a condescending gaze.
"No need. I have things to do," Rosemary replied.
She shut her car door and headed for the club, with Alma trailing behind her. Alma asked, "Why are you here alone? Why didn’t Roo co with you?"
Rosemary turned to look at her, and Alma felt an inexplicable pressure from that glance. She didn’t expect her cousin, who just ca back ho, to have such a strong aura.
There was an elevator in the garage that led directly to the first floor of the club, and there were four attendants standing outside.
Alma asked again, "Rose, do you have a mbership card? Only mbers with a five-star rating or above can park their cars here and take this elevator."
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