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Adler Ashton also saw that car for the first time and couldn’t resist showing it off.

“Tori, you see that car. I heard that the value is tens of millions of na. Tonight, a big boss came. The person in charge is accompanying him, but he also said that the white walls look a little empty. These bosses’ preferences are tricky, and with this kind of car, maybe the temper is not good, but you don’t have to take too much pressure.”

Victoria heard the envy in his tone and smiled, “Okay, I’ll go in then. Adler, you go back in too.”

Papa Bree was the best hotel in Hopmeadow Downs, said to be built to the standards of a five-star hotel, and was never open to the public. Only for hosting businessmen who came to invest in Hopmeadow Downs.

It was also the first time Victoria had been there.

Courtyard landscaping was very elegant. Three steps a pavilion, five steps a rockery fountain,

and it can be seen that the selection of each piece of wood is excellent.

The receptionist heard that she had been introduced to painting and hurriedly guided her to the room where she would be staying.

“The paints are ready. Shall we go to the site now?”

Seeing that they were in a bit of a hurry, Victoria put her things away and nodded, “Then please lead me there.”

When she got there, she realized that the white wall was really in the most prominent place, and was basically visible to anyone passing by.

It was about three meters long, and relative to the elegant scenery around it, it was a blank space that did seem a bit bland for those who were looking for detail.

Victoria surveyed the paints they’d prepared, and while they weren’t as good as what she was used to, they weren’t bad.

“I’ll start painting later.”

The receptionist next to her was about to say something, but swallowed what he wanted to say when he thought about her being from the Veridian City Academy of Fine Arts.

Victoria sat down in a side chair, taking a closer look while incidentally framing the idea in her mind.

She thought that it would be best to choose splash ink landscapes. It should also be light to dark colors, and there should not be too many things, otherwise it will look cluttered.

With an idea already in mind, she bent over and adjusted her paints, ready to move her brush.

*

Back in the reception room, Nick raised a hand and rubbed his brow. Tonight’s attendees were several heads of local companies. Many of them were older, and it was clear that they all really wanted to do something for this little place, without the intrigue in the Veridian City’s business community.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He didn’t like to drink when he was negotiating, but tonight was a bit of an exception.

Declan saw him rubbing his temples and thought he had a headache, “Why don’t you get some rest and I’ll have them make some sobering broth and bring it over?”

Nick took off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, his drunkenness seeming to dissipate a bit.

He sat on the couch, the side lines of his face handsome and sharp, his brow bones deep and his nose high.

Waving his hand, “No, I’ll go out for a spin later. You can go and have a rest.”

Declan nodded, “Hopmeadow Downs doesn’t have any large factories and the air quality is really good. Maybe the government is looking at this and thinking of developing it into a tourist area”.

There was a somewhat pleasant cool breeze blowing in the night, and Nick swept his eyes out the window and lifted his step outside.

Victoria had already drawn the perimeter outline and determined the general composition of the entire painting before realizing that it was already completely dark.

She painted a picture of an old man fishing, with few elements, the river and the mountains, as well as the lonely old man reflecting each other, neither stealing the limelight of the surrounding scenery, nor being overly bland.

She looked down and noticed that the paint tray had gotten a little dirty and planned to go to the faucet not far away to wash her brush and change the water in the process.

It was ten o’clock in the evening, and there weren’t many people around anymore, so she walked a little faster carrying her things, only to run headlong into a slightly wine-scented embrace.

The unused paint in her hand spilled all over the white shirt and onto Victoria herself.

Nick looked down, glancing at the splashed shirt, his brow furrowed. His deep black eyes lifted into a cool chill.

Noticing again that the person who bumped into him was somewhat familiar. When Victoria raised her eyes, they met each other.

She seemed even more shocked to see him, and her eyes twitched unexpectedly, barely missing holding what was in her hand.

“Mr. Andrews, what are you doing here?”