Outside a building oozing with artsy vibes Bartlett casually tossed his car keys to the valet, then with great elegance, quided Ellinor into his art gallery Not far off, an orange sports car was parked on the side of the road, its occupant observing.
Carlos cautiously advised. âYoung Master, I think theyâre just here for the art show nothing suspicious.
Our Howard family and the Blanchet family arenât exactly on good terms. You tailing Mrs Blanchet might just stir the pot!â
Byran shrugged it off, âHow would you know! A man and a woman alone at an art show, thereâs gotta be something fishy!â
Saying this, Byran got out of the car, intending to tail Ellinor in the gallery.
A gallery staff member stopped him, âIâm sorry sir, youâre not on the quest list, you canât come in.â
Byran frowned unhappily, âIâm from the Howard family. Weâre old pals with the Rex family Why canât I come in?â
Upon hearing this, the staff member turned to confirm the galleryâs quest list with his colleague.
âThe Howard family only Balfour Howard is on the list, no mention of his name.â
âUh Overhearing their quiet discussion, Byran cleared his throat and said, âMy brother couldnât make it today, Iâm standing in for him!â
The staff member considered this, âWell, let him in thenâ
âMr. Howard, please come in.â
âThatâs more like it! Byran strode inâ¦
Inside the gallery Ellinor slightly tilted her head up, gazing at Balfourâs painting on the wall, her expression a bit dreamy âYouâre not really into those worldâfamous paintings, but you seem to love Lady Lotusâ work?â
Bartlettâs voice came from behind her.
He had just gone over to greet a few friends and was now back, standing next to Ellinor again.
Ellinor glanced at him, âMmm, I like it.â
Bartlett asked curiously, âWhy do you love Lady Lotus so much? Her paintings arenât really crowdâ
pleasers.â
âBecause sheâs my role modell Seeing her motherâs early works, Balfour felt a bit conflicted, and Ellinor almost blurted out âbecause sheâs my mom.â
Bartlett smiled slightly, âI see! I had the privilege of meeting your role model.â
Ellinor s eyes lit up, staring straight at Bartlett, âYouâve met Lady Lotus? When?
Bartlett nodded. âI was lucky to meet her when I was a kid. These three paintings were purchased by my father from Lady Lotus back then, and later he gifted them to me.â
Ellinorâs eyes sparkled, âWhat do you think of Lady Lotus as a person?â
Bartlett pondered, âShe was an extremely beautiful lady, gentle yet a bit aloof, had her own unique perspective on things, but was somewhat prideful, just like her works, not pandering to the masses.â
Yes, her mom was just as she remembered â cold on the outside but extremely gentle with her familyâ¦.
Ellinor asked him again, âBartlett, would you sell these three paintings?â
Bartlett understood her intentions, âYou want to buy them?â
Ellinor nodded.
Bartlett raised an eyebrow, âIâm sorry, I wonât sell them. Each painting has a special sentimental value to me, so theyâre not for sale.â
Ellinor frowned. If Bartlett wouldnât sell them, that could be a bit trickyâ¦.