Chapter 251 A Fool
Luann put Myron's phone down and shook her head helplessly.
This was truly the most speechless event she had encountered.
"When I was painting today, I saw you painting too. What were you painting? Can I see it?" she asked.
Myron was not subtle and took it out directly.
A beautifully detailed sketch depicted Luann's beauty, with such lifelike precision that it was about ninety percent similar to her.
Luann's pupils contracted slightly, unable to help but say, "Why don't you participate in the competition?"
It would be such a waste not to participate with such excellent drawing skills.
"I'm not interested in those things," Myron calmly replied.
"Well, maybe you can compete with me for first place," Luann teased.
Myron lightly laughed and touched her hair.
"Then you'll be crying, won't you?"
Luann snorted.
"No, even ranking first for ten consecutive years is boring. There's no competition at all."
In the earlier years, Luann used to be particularly hardworking, producing about one piece of work every month.
Apart from the three competition entries, she could still have around ten pieces left to sell or admire.
But as time went on, she became lazier.
If it weren't for the constant reminders from the organizers, Luann would probably have forgotten about it.
The outside world also speculated repeatedly that maybe she was getting old and running out of inspiration, which was why the number of her works gradually decreased.
If they knew, that she was only twenty-two years old this year, and it only took her three days to paint three competition works, and she even made it to the top of the global art rankings, would they be envious to the point of being sick...
"Well, my Luann is the best."
After dinner, Luann secretly went to find John while Myron stayed in the study.
"Does Myron usually paint?"
John thought for a moment, "Master rarely paints, I have only seen him a few times."
"What about his paintings? Are there any more?"
John nodded, "Yes, they are stored in the storage room. Madam wanted..."
"Help me find them, I have a use for them."
"Alright."
John was efficient, having served the Curtis family for many years, he kept everything tidy. In just over ten minutes, he found what Luann needed.
There weren't many paintings, only a few, but each one could be considered a masterpiece among masterpieces.
Luann picked out two and added Myron's painting from today. She neatly organized them and decided to send them together.
"Good things are meant to be shared."
John stood at the door, not knowing what Luann was doing.
He glanced at the constantly lit phone on the desk.
"Madam, it seems someone is calling you."
Luann walked over and answered it on the side.
Seeing this, John immediately left and closed the door.
"Darling Luann!
"What has happened to Holly?
"I can’t seem to get in touch with Holly?"
Adolph's voice was filled with anxiety.
Luann leaned against the window sill and casually opened the window.
"When did my brother start contacting Holly every day?"
Adolph sighed, "Of course, it's because there's something good happening and I need her."
"Really? But in my impression, you only know how to take advantage of her."
"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be such a person?"
Luann kindly said, "I remember when I just brought Holly back, it seemed like you bullied her quite a lot..."
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A pair of dirty little feet landed on the clean floor.
The toes anxiously curled up, and the left foot carefully stepped on the right foot, afraid of dirtying the immaculate room.
Having stayed in the dirt for a long time, suddenly coming to such a noble place, made one tremble with unease.
A genuine panic and awe from the bottom of her heart.
Luann was wearing a light blue princess dress and took out a pair of slippers at the entrance to hand to the girl.
"Put them on."
Holly shook her head gently, holding a lollipop in her hand.
"I... I'm dirty... and smelly. These shoes are new, I can't wear them."
Luann tilted her head slightly, her soft hair falling on her shoulders.
After a while, she said, "Then let me take you upstairs for a bath."
"Really?" Holly's eyes lit up. She had been bullied by the children at the orphanage and sometimes they wouldn't even let her sleep in her bed at night. She would have to huddle in a corner of the room.
Luann's delicate face showed no emotion as she nodded, but she didn't mind holding Holly's dirty little hand.
Holly tried to pull her hand back, but Luann held on tightly.
"Let's go."
"Okay."
Little Holly looked at Luann, her eyes faintly sparkling with stars.
She wondered where this angel had come from.
Someone who could be so gentle and kind to her.
After taking a comfortable bath, Luann helped Holly put on her own new dress and tied a bow around her waist.
The watch on her wrist buzzed.
Luann checked it and said, "My godfather is looking for me. I'll go see him really quick. You can wait downstairs. I'll be back soon."
"Okay."
Watching Luann walk away, Holly nervously bit her lip.
She lowered her head and looked at the fluffy carpet on the floor, unable to resist lying down on it.
Rolling around.
It turned out that the ground could be so warm and comfortable.
After lying down for a while, Holly got up and went downstairs.
On the stairs, she could see clearly the layout of each floor, so perfect and noble.
This place was even bigger than the welfare home she had lived in.
Holly didn't dare to look around too much. She sat calmly on the sofa with her little hand resting on her leg, tightly gripping a lollipop.
"Are you the little kid Luann brought back from the welfare home?"
A voice suddenly sounded, like a muffled thunder in the quiet room.
Holly quickly stood up, looking around in panic, but there was no one around.
"Are you an idiot or something..."
The clear voice of the boy's sarcasm sounded again.
"Look up."
Holly raised her head suddenly and saw a person hanging upside down from the ceiling, with his feet tied up, swaying slowly.
She was scared silly.
After a while, she asked, "Are you playing a game?"
The boy with slanted eyes, Adolph, sighed and pointed at his red and swollen ankles.
"Do I look like I'm playing a game?"
"I'm being punished."
Fear filled Holly's eyes. She took a few steps back.
She remembered the scenes of being bullied at the welfare home.
"Punished? Why are you being punished?"
Adolph smiled lightly.
"Well, it’s not the smart kids, they all get punished."
Holly stuttered, "Then... then what makes a smart kid?"
Adolph's fingertip rested against his chin. "Hmm, how about I ask you a question?"
"Okay."
"What's one plus one?"
"Two!"
"Wrong, one plus one equals seven."
Holly's eyes widened, her little mind filled with confusion.
