Classic Novel
Chapter 225
Chapter 225
Chapter 225 Do You Know Back?
“Hahaha, bro, isn’t she a real stunner?” Jeffrey’s friend rubbed his fingers, “When will the 2 million dollars be in the account?”
Jeffrey put out his cigarette and slapped his friend on the head, “Who are you calling a chick?”
This was his master!
Who was he trying to take advantage of?
The friend was bewildered, “Are you trying to renege on your debt?”
Jeffrey glared at him and said he’d come back to settle accounts with him later, then headed straight for Ziana.
One really couldn’t afford to be thought of by others.
Just a couple of days ago, he’d mentioned his master, and now, after just a short while, he’d actually met her in person.
Jeffrey was excited. His steps were light. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the three women.
His appearance startled Nina, who watched him vigilantly. Susan had already gripped her phone, ready to call the police at any
moment.
The young man in front of them had yellow hair and was dressed like a decadent from head to toe.
Aluminum foil curls, black earrings, and the two signature tattooed arms of a gang member.
Despite his good–looking face, the way his dark and bright eyes stared at Ziana revealed him as a lecher.
Susan scolded coldly, “What are you doing? Stay away from us!”
“I know him.” Ziana spoke up at that moment, “He’s here to see me. Don’t be nervous.”
“Right, right. My lovely ladies, I’m here to find my master.” Jeffrey apologized with a smile, trying to be amiable, “Although I may look fierce, I’m actually very obedient.”
Nina looked at his two tattooed arms and felt that his words were far from convincing.
Ziana frowned in disgust, “Make yourself presentable before you speak.”
Jeffrey was smart, he understood immediately, “My master was right.”
He removed his earrings and, with a rustling sound, tore off his tattoo stickers, causing his tattooed arms to vanish in an
instant.
“It’s all fake.” Jeffrey explained.
Nina was speechless.
And so was Susan.
Without the earrings and tattoos, Jeffrey still appeared arrogant but not as tacky.
Ziana told him not to stand still. Then Jeffrey pulled up a chair and sat down, sticking close to her.
They hadn’t seen each other for a long time, but they often chatted on WhatsApp. After a few words, Ziana asked him to leave.
Before leaving, Jeffrey asked her, “When will you come back, Master? Someone has been looking for you all over the world. again recently.”
“I won’t be back.” Ziana waved her hand, “If you want to take on tasks, just accept them in the name of my disciple. If they
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can’t find me, they’ll come looking for you. With your ability, you should be able to handle most situations. If you can’t, then
come find me.‘
Jeffrey was deeply moved, “Master, I will serve you well.”
Ziana, Nina, and Susan played until after eight o’clock, then prepared to leave.
She had always maintained a regular schedule.
Jeffrey personally escorted each of them home before returning to the beach party.
The night grew darker and the revelry was just beginning.
When Jeffrey came back, he found a man he had met a few days earlier sitting at his friends‘ table.
“Mr. Sam?” He had a good memory and said in surprise, “What a coincidence, we meet again?”
“Not really. I’ve been waiting for you.” Biber tapped on the table and said, “I have a job for you. Are you interested?” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.
That night, Boris had another nightmare.
The medicine Hank prescribed for him contained a sedative.
He thought he could sleep well after taking the medicine, so he went to bed early.
In the middle of the night, the faceless ghosts appeared in his dreams again.
Boris knew clearly that it was just a dream, but he couldn’t wake up. So he watched the development of the whole dream indifferently.
The ghosts led him to a filthy, dark room where a girl was kneeling on the ground, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.
In his previous dreams, he would always dream of such a girl, but he couldn’t see her face.
This time, Boris didn’t expect to see her face. But she raised her head, and it was Katyusha from the painting.
When he woke up from the dream, he was still very tired.
The doorbell rang incessantly.
Biber saw his haggard face and asked with concern, “Did you have another nightmare?”
“Yes.” Boris seemed optimistic, “I’ve only taken the medicine once, but I slept longer than before.”
He used to suffer from insomnia and could only sleep three or four hours a night, but last night he had almost six hours of
continuous sleep.
Biber knew that this matter couldn’t be rushed, so he told him, “Take your medicine on time. We have an appointment with Mr. Davis, let’s go.”
Boris wanted to recover his memory. But the only things that could trigger his emotional fluctuations were rain and the series. of Katyusha paintings.
When he saw the painting, the strong aversion he felt was inexplicable, no matter how he thought about it.
After listening to Hank’s words, he guessed that the series of paintings might be related to an experience of his past?
Whether it was related or not, it didn’t hurt to try.
So he contacted the person in charge of Saint No. 2 and learned that the series of paintings had been sent by Colter.
Colter was a famous painter in the country who had appeared in Ziana’s “Sugar Daddy” incident.
At that time, as a friend of Tai Chi master Linken, he had helped prove Ziana’s innocence.
He heard that Colter was preparing for an exhibition recently, and he found out yesterday that it happened to be in Larna City.
Colter was an artist. Boris had previously invested in a conceptual art exhibition he held. They had interacted, and he knew that Colter was an elegant old artist. However, when they met this time, Colter looked at him with dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Boris couldn’t help but be curious, “Had he offended him?”
He thought, “Wasn’t their previous cooperation satisfactory for both sides?”
Despite his doubts, he politely explained his intentions.
The moment Colter thought of how this man in front of him had deceived Ziana into getting married, delaying her artistic pursuit and affecting her artistic achievements, he hated him so much. How could he calm down and give him a good face?
He snorted, “I’m just an old man, how could I possibly help Mr. Lewis?”
”
Boris didn’t mind his sarcastic tone and said, “On Saint No. 2, there is a series of paintings called Katyusha that you sent for exhibition. I would like to ask if you know the painter?”
“I don’t remember. I’ve handled so many paintings, how could I remember each of them?” What Colter said was indeed true.
He was not only a great painter but also the chairman of the painting association. Every year, numerous works of young artists
were sent to him.
He has supported thousands of outstanding young painters, if not tens of thousands.
Boris took out his iPad, opened the paintings, and showed them to Colter one by one, “It’s this series, the painter is named Back”
Upon seeing the familiar painting style and the name, Colter was surprised, “This is my…”
Precious disciple’s work!
She sent it to him when she was sixteen!
It was completely different from her previous style, but obviously more artistic!
Although he didn’t know why she changed her name, he thought she might want to try different styles, so he didn’t ask.
At that time, when the painting was exhibited, it received a huge impact, and the reviews were polarized.
But what did this have to do with Boris?
What did he ask this for?
As Colter pondered, he changed the topic right before saying it, “Did I send this over? The painter Back… I have to think about it. I don’t seem to have any impression of it. But what do you want from her? Are you going to buy her paintings?”