Chapter 740


    A few dayster,


    Arabe got a message from her subordinate.


    [Boss, we''ve hit the jackpot! Someone wants you to paint a picture for them. There is no price limit, but


    it has to symbolize longevity and health. This is a major opportunity, boss. Let’s ask for 20 million


    dors straight up!]


    Arabe didn''t expect her subordinate to be even craftier than her. [When do they want it?]


    [Tomorrow.]


    [Alright.] Arabe happened to want to practice painting recently, and since work wasing her way,


    [Just 10 million dors.]


    [10 million dors? Boss, are you not short on cash recently? With your skills, 20 million dors is no


    problem. Or, you can ask for 20 million and give me the extra 10 million.]


    Arabe suddenly grew serious: [We should have a conscience in life.]


    The boss was talking about conscience? Did she even have one?


    After that, Arabe had him send the painting paper to Romeo''s vi. She only used one type of paper


    for painting, one not found on the market.


    "Boss. Instead of going to school, you''re loafing around. You''ve gone downhill." Jack didn''t expect the


    boss''s rtionship with Romeo to progress to living together. Suddenly, he felt like his boss was drifting


    away from him.


    Half an hourter.


    Arabe got the painting paper and was about to enter the vi when Jack hesitated. Finally, he


    couldn''t help but say, "Boss."


    "Hmm? Anything else?"


    "I saw a quote online. It says men like to conquer and like challenges. The more unattainable, the more


    they are into it."


    Arabe understood his meaning: "You''re teaching me now?"


    "Yes, yes, yes." Jack didn''t expect the boss''s aura to still be so strong, and he was suddenly scared.


    He was just worried that the boss would be deceived.


    Sigh, it''s so hard to be a subordinate these days.


    In the study.


    Arabe spread out a long piece of painting paper, the brush rendering on the white paper. It was the


    first time Romeo saw her painting.


    She had her hair simply tied up, in and simple, but with an outstanding temperament.


    Romeo had no idea she could paint, and so well at that.


    Could it be that she had another identity as a painter?


    Just two hourster, Arabe hadpleted a painting.


    Romeo held her from behind, admiring her work and deeply impressed by her vision and perspective.


    How high must her level be toplete such a work?


    "Could you paint one for me when you have time?" Romeo kissed her cheek softly, watching her


    reaction.


    Arabe smiled. "My paintings aren''t cheap."


    "No problem, I can afford it."


    Forget about money, he would give anything, even his life.


    "So what kind of painting do you want?" Arabe asked.


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    "Just us."


    Their intimate shadows reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window next to them.


    "Like this, is it okay?" Romeo pointed to their reflections on the window.


    "Sure."


    Arabe took out more painting paper, sketching the scene where Romeo was holding her from behind


    while she was painting.


    The figures of the two were vivid and realistic, and the expressions were captured perfectly. Even the


    masterpiece that Arabe painted was reproduced on the paper again.


    Romeo didn''t expect Arabe''s painting skills to be even better than he imagined. "Have you been


    painting since you were a kid?"


    "Yep." Arabe didn''t hide it, "it was also taught by one of my grandfathers."