Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“I like it, I want this one.” Elizabeth Harris looked back at the girl with sharp eyes.

It seemed that as soon as the girl raised her price again, Elizabeth Harris might just rush over and glare her to death with her eyes.

Such a strong warning was felt by the people behind Elizabeth Harris, and the girl timidly turned her face away.

She just liked the painting and wanted to try to grab it. 800, 000 was already the highest price she could call, so it was good to grab it, but if not she couldn’t add it and had no intention of grabbing it again.

But this sister’s eyes are so fierce, as if the robbery is not the painting, but her man …

“… 1, 000, 000 twice! 1, 000, 000 three times! Sold! Congratulations to Miss Harris!”

The auctioneer hammered down the price, Elizabeth Harris got what she wanted.

Peter Murray covered his face, she really can be so jealous, but …

He likes it!

Elizabeth Harris is jealous because of a painting, Peter Murray does not know how happy, side by side in public to give Elizabeth Harris a hug.

When he was close to Elizabeth Harris’ ear, Peter Murray whispered in a volume that only two people could hear: “I wish I could draw you in a jealous mood, it’s so beautiful.”

Elizabeth Harris, a blush staining her cheeks, confessed bluntly, “That painting is no different to me than you are, and I don’t want you to be bought for $800, 000.”

“No, I’m a person who can only sell to you.” Peter Murray lightly kisses Elizabeth Harris’ ear bone.

If it weren’t for the occasion, the two would have kissed.

The young couple was so mushy that they were seen by everyone, and the crowd speculated that these two were afraid that something good was coming.

Matthew Grant relaxed in his seat, crossed his fingers in front of him, looked at the time on his wristwatch, and raised his eyes to the ballroom behind him.

Aside from the occasional waiter passing by, there were no more guests moving around the room, and the seats around him had been empty for a while, so Matthew Grant moved to leave his seat.

“Are you guys leaving now?” Elizabeth Harris, who hadn’t seen Blanca even when she turned around, asked when she saw Matthew Grant leaving.

“She’s been in the bathroom for about ten minutes.”

Matthew Grant face worry, Elizabeth Harris heart a small envy a, pregnant wife to a bathroom are uneasy to go to see, simply model husband.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

But … he a big man to go in so rampant?

“I’ll go with you, the bathroom you can not enter.”

Elizabeth Harris’s hand from Peter Murray’s hands, a touch of skin are full of fondness, Peter Murray reluctantly let go.

“Keep an eye on that emerald bracelet for me.”

The bracelet Elizabeth Harris was referring to was one she had just seen in the hands of a guest at the check-in, and she had taken an instant liking to it, intending to buy it for her mother.

Not knowing how many rounds the bracelet was in, Elizabeth Harris instructed Peter Murray for fear that someone else would take it while she was gone.

Peter Murray raised his eyebrows and gave Elizabeth Harris a “leave it to me, you can rest assured” look, the bottom of his eyes is hot love.

Elizabeth Harris’s lips lifted slightly, blushing and smiling like the moon, carrying her dress to follow Matthew Grant’s footsteps.

Matthew Grant and Elizabeth Harris went to look for Blanca Roach separately, but there was no sign of her.

Matthew Grant asked the waitress to go in and look for her, and Elizabeth Harris, worried that she wasn’t looking hard enough, went back herself, but the results were the same.

Blanca Roach was not there, she was gone.

It was like she had vanished into thin air, and Blanca Roach’s cell phone was unanswered.

Matthew Grant’s right eye was throbbing with a sense of foreboding.