Cora chattered on for quite a while before realizing that Kaneeta on the other end of the line had been silent the whole time. She asked, “Neeta, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” Kaneeta snapped back to herself. “Let’s talk later, I have things to do this afternoon. I’m going to eat now!”
“Alright, I’ll be waiting for you to come back to Roseburn. Mwah!”
After hanging up, Kaneeta took a few casual bites and finished
her lunch.
Next, she had to go to the client’s company for a meeting. Sitting in the car, Kaneeta searched Miguel’s name on her phone.
There was an overwhelming amount of information about Miguel online. Although he usually kept a low profile, his reputation as a genius painter was simply too great, and he was
about to hold an art exhibition soon.
It was said that a painting Miguel did at the age of fifteen was
auctioned off for several million dollars at an overseas auction.
Many of his other works had also been eagerly purchased by
collectors from all over the world.
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He truly lived up to the title of genius painter.
However, Miguel did not sell many of his paintings to the public.
There was also a rumor online that Miguel had a painting he had
kept in his private studio for many years, and no one but him
knew what was depicted on it.
No one knew whether it was true or not.
Kaneeta glanced through the information briefly, then put away
her phone.
The marriage partner her father had found for her did seem
flawless.
Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness inside.
Forget it. Since she had promised her father, she would try to get
along with Miguel.
After the meeting and a few more hours of work, night had
already fallen.
Kaneeta stood by the roadside, waiting for the driver Atticus had
sent to pick her up.
She had originally said she could just take a taxi home, but
Atticus insisted on sending someone.
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So Kaneeta didn’t refuse.
As she stood by the road, staring at a small pebble, she sensed a
car pulling up in front of her.
She thought it was the driver Atticus had sent, but when she
looked up, her brows furrowed sharply.
She knew this car very well.
It was Edmund’s.
The rear window rolled down, and sure enough, it was Edmund’s
face that appeared.
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“Get in,” Edmund said, not looking at her, his tone commanding.
Not only did Kaneeta not get in, she even took two steps back.
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Kuntz.”
“Neeta, you haven’t been home for days. I came here especially to
pick you up today, and you’re still acting like this?” Edmund’s face
was cold. “My mother misses you very much. She said she must have you home today. She made a lot of your favorite dishes…”
“Mr. Kuntz, that’s your home,” Kaneeta interrupted him. “Not
mine.”
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“You…”
At that moment, another car pulled up and stopped in front of
Edmund’s.
The car door opened, and a tall, slender figure stepped out.
