Pampered by My Ex-husband (Penny and Orlando)

Chapter 74 Did He Owe This Woman Something in His Past Life?

Chapter 74 Did He Owe This Woman Something in His Past Life?

Simon was also seeing that car for the first time and couldn't help but show off.

"Penny, did you see that car? I heard it's worth several million. Tonight, a big boss came, and even the

leaders have been drinking with him for a few rounds. It was he who mentioned that the white wall

looked a bit empty, and that's when I thought of you. These bosses have picky tastes, and the person

driving this kind of car might have a bad temper. But don't worry too much."

Penny could sense the envy in his tone and smiled. "Then I'll go in. Simon, you can go back."

Adding Hotel was the best place to stay in Prodale County. It was built according to the standards of a

five-star hotel and was never open to the public. It only accommodated leaders and businessmen who

came to invest in Prodale County.

It was also Penny's first time going in.

The courtyard had an elegant landscape, with pavilions, towers, and artificial mountains and fountains.

It was evident that every piece of wood was meticulously chosen.

Upon hearing that she was here to paint, the receptionist quickly led her to her room.

"The paint is ready. Do you want to go to the site now?"

Penny could tell that they were a bit anxious. She put away her belongings and nodded. "Please show

me the way."

When they arrived, she realized that the white wall was indeed in the most prominent position, and

almost everyone passing by would see it.

It was about three meters long, reflecting the elegant scenery around it. For someone who pursued

details, this blank canvas was indeed a bit dull.

Penny inspected the paints that they had prepared. While they couldn't compare to what she was used

to, they were still decent.

"I'll start working in a bit."

The person nearby wanted to remind her to be careful, but considering that she was from School of

Arts Chatville University, they swallowed their words.

Penny sat down in the nearby chair, carefully observing the surroundings. In her mind, she started

conceptualizing.

The best choice here would be to paint an ink landscape, starting with lighter colors and gradually

deepening. There shouldn't be too many objects, or it would appear chaotic.

With the idea in her mind, she bent down to adjust the paints and prepared to start painting.

*

Back in the reception room, Orlando raised his hand to massage his temples. The companions he

accompanied tonight were all local grassroots cadres, many of whom were older. It was evident that

they genuinely wanted to do something for this small county and were not involved in the power

struggles of the inner circle. It was relaxing for him, so he ended up drinking a few more glasses.

He didn't like to drink during negotiations, but tonight it was an exception.

Zane saw him massaging his temples and thought he had a headache. "Take a rest for a while. I'll have

them make some hangover soup for you."

Orlando took off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and the smell of alcohol seemed to

dissipate slightly.

He sat on the sofa. His profile was handsome and sharp, with deep brow bones and a high nose

bridge. He waved his hand when he heard Zane's suggestion.

"No need, I'll go out for a walk later. You can go rest."

Zane nodded. "There aren't any large factories in Prodale County, and the air quality is indeed very

good. Perhaps the higher-ups value this and want to develop this place into a tourist area."

Zane neatly folded the suit that he had casually taken off and handed it to the person waiting outside.

The cool night breeze was pleasant, and Orlando glanced at the window before stepping outside. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Penny had already outlined the surrounding contours and determined the general composition of the

entire painting when she realized that it was completely dark outside.

She was painting an old man fishing, with minimal elements of a river and mountains, as well as the

lonely old man complementing each other. It neither overshadowed the surrounding scenery nor

appeared too dull.

When she lowered her head and noticed that the palette was already dirty, she planned to go to the

nearby tap to clean the brushes and change the water.

It was now 10 o'clock at night, and there weren't many people around. She walked faster while carrying

her things. However, when she lowered her head to organize her painting materials, she accidentally

bumped into someone who had a faint smell of alcohol.

The black paint in her hand splattered onto the person's white shirt and also stained Penny's own

clothes.

Orlando lowered his head and looked at his shirt, which was now covered in paint. It was obviously

unwearable. His eyebrows furrowed, and his deep black eyes revealed a chilling coldness.

He also noticed that the person who bumped into him seemed familiar. When Penny looked up, their

eyes met.

Upon seeing him, she seemed even more shocked. Her eyelids twitched for a moment, almost causing

her to lose her grip on what she was holding.

"Mr. Fletcher, why are you here?"