<b>Chapter </b>315
So the real reason the painting went for such a high price was to help Bianca win Wade’s favor.
No wonder she was willing to spend that much.
“You really don’t have to take it out on the painting, though. It cost a fortune. Wouldn’t it be a <b>shame </b><b>to </b>just throw it away?” Noreen’s only concern was for the artwork itself.
“Then do me a favor and get rid of it,” Wade replied. “List it on a resale site, sell it for a dor. At least then it’s not eye sore sitting here.”
Wade meant it–if Noreen hadn’te by, that painting would’ve been on its way to the dump <fnb685> For original chapters go to FιndNovel</fnb685>
tomorrow.
“That’s a huge loss,” Noreen said.
“What loss? I was going to toss it anyway. Getting a dor back is better than nothing.”
Sometimes Noreen just couldn’t wrap her head around the way rich people thought.
But it was clear now–Wade truly was ready to throw the painting out.
She thought for a moment, then offered apromise. “Mr. Harcourt, how about this: I’ll ask a professional appraiser to value the painting. Whatever it’s worth, I’ll wire you the money.”
“You actually like this painting? Just take it,” Wade said, not even hesitating.
Noreen had seen thating. “I can’t just take it. I’ll buy it, but if you give it to me for free, I won’t ept it. And honestly, with my n, you’re still losing out–it’s almost like giving it away.”
Wade knew exactly how stubborn Noreen could be.
If he tried to gift it to her, she’d never ept.
So finally, he relented. “Alright, we’ll do it your way.”
After sharing a cup of calming herbal tea with Wade, Noreen got up to say goodbye.
Evelyn, ever thoughtful, had packed her a generous bag of food–fresh fruit and some of her
homemade shrimp dumplings, the kind you could heat up easily. She reminded Noreen to eat proper meals and not rely on instant noodles all the time; it wasn’t healthy.
Noreen felt a bit embarrassed. Every time she came over, she left with her arms full and her stomach
satisfied.
But Evelyn was genuinely happy. “Noreen,e over whenever you can. When you’re here, Mr. Harcourt eats more and seems brighter.”
“Of course,” Noreen replied without hesitation.
Evelyn walked her to the door, reminding her to drive safely.
“Evelyn, you don’t have to walk me out.” Noreen tried to reassure her, but as she opened the door to leave, she stopped short, startled by the person waiting outside.
No way.
<b>08:43 </b>
Chapter <b>315 </b>
What was Seth doing here?
Did she just see a ghost?
Wade looked surprised too when he saw Noreen. “Seth? What brings you here?” Evelyn was genuinely pleased to see him.
Seth’s expression shifted quickly from surprise back to his usual cool indifference. “I’m here to pick up my medication.”
“Oh, I haven’t finished preparing it yet,” Evelyn said, a bit flustered.
“You can just give it to me as it is. I’ll have someone else brew it.”
But Evelyn insisted, “I’d rather do it myself. Thest batch I made for you shouldst until tomorrow. Come by again then.”
“Alright.”
Noreen overheard the entire exchange and couldn’t help feeling curious.
Seth was sick?
She didn’t ask, nning to slip away quietly.
But as soon as she started to leave, Seth called out, “Noreen, wait a minute. I need to talk to you.” Noreen really wanted to avoid any interaction and was about to politely decline.
But Seth’s tone grew serious. “It’s important.”
If even Seth said something was important, it had to be.
So Noreen waited outside.
Seth ducked inside to say a few words to Wade, then came right back out–not even a full minuteter.
All business.
Noreen looked at him. “Alright, what is it?”
“Let’s talk outside,” Seth said. He clearly didn’t want Wade to overhear.
<i>So </i>they walked out past the gates of the Harcourt estate. Once they were outside, before Noreen could even ask, Seth spoke first.
“I’m getting engaged<i>.</i><i>” </i>
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