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Chapter 318 Mr. Butler Was Her Idol
Chapter 318 Mr. Butler Was Her Idol
When the car stopped outside Mr. Butler's house, Blanca was still a little nervous. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.
But fortunately, Peter was there with her.
"Old man, I haven't got any news about you recently. What are you doing?"
As soon as he entered, Peter began to clamor. Peter was the youngest disciple of Mr. Butler, so he was
familiar with Mr. Butler's house.
Besides, he didn't take Mr. Butler as his teacher at all.
"Why should I report my life to you? I heard that you have been to attend a design exhibition in Italy.
How is it going?"
Mr. Butler was reading a newspaper in the living room. He had a pair of presbyopic glasses on the
bridge of his nose. From a distance, he looked like an old artist with both good looks and good
manners.
"Hey, what else can I do? I won a silver prize."
Peter and Mr. Butler talked about the exhibition in Italy. Blanca didn't know much about it, so she found
a place to sit down silently, not very close to Mr. Butler.
She was afraid that Mr. Butler might dislike her.
The two men gradually finished their conversation. Mr. Butler looked at Blanca. In fact, Mr. Butler had
been struggling in the world for so many years, and he had a good eye to know people’s natures. In his
opinion, Blanca didn't seem to be the kind of person who would cheat others. But why didn't she take
the pendant?
"Old man, let's talk about something else. I'm here to help you check your previous works. Aren't you
going to hold an exhibition? Let me help you. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with it!"
"You're quite arrogant!"
Peter grinned, pointed at Blanca, and said, "Old man, let her go to your collection room to have a look.
Later, I’ll ask some people to come here to carry those works. As old rules, the works that need to be
displayed will be stored in my studio."
"Okay."
When Peter mentioned her, Blanca was a little nervous. For no reason, her palms were full of sweat.
But Mr. Butler didn't object, which relieved her.
After a while, Mr. Butler came over with a list and handed it to Blanca. "Everything is in that room. Go
and check it. Peter and I still have something to talk about."
His cold tone made Blanca feel a little sad.
"Okay."
She agreed and opened the door.
As soon as she entered, Blanca was stunned by the scene in front of her!
On the wall hung a lot of collections of paintings, of every kind and every style. Although she had never
studied real art, she still had a basic judgment. Some of these paintings were light in style, and some
were heavy in color. It could be seen that they were created at different ages. She didn't expect that Mr.
Butler liked drawing so much...
Blanca suddenly felt that Mr. Butler was her idol.
With the list given by Mr. Butler in her hand, she didn't start to work immediately. Instead, she stood in
front of the wall and appreciated every painting carefully. She seemed to be able to see through these
paintings and see how Mr. Butler was creating them.
He bent his back and was painting so carefully...
Thinking of this, her eyes were slightly wet.
He was an old man, but he could have such achievements. Blanca adjusted her moods and was about
to check them one by one, but she was suddenly stunned.
There was a familiar figure in the painting!
How could it be?
"Grandma..."
Blanca saw her deceased grandmother in Mr. Butler's painting. She was so shocked that the pen in her
hand dropped.