Chapter 73 Methods to Please a Man
Yasmin walked over gracefully in her delicate blue and pink dress.
Steven recognized it right away - this was the dress he had bought for her last month.
But since it wasn't in stock, he had only seen it in a magazine. He didn't expect it to arrive while he was away these past few days.
Turns out, he had great taste. The dress looked perfect on Yasmin.
It even looked better on her than it did on the model.
And her makeup today was prettier than usual.
Like a delicious cake, just waiting for him to taste.
What Steven loved most was exactly this pure style of Yasmin's.
After not seeing her for days, he had to admit, he really missed her.
Even though his rational mind told him he really should break up with Yasmin.
As Yasmin got closer and closer, Steven's throat moved involuntarily.
But Bobby was still talking on the phone: "That Yasmin is both stupid and bad, not a good choice. With what you've got going for you, what kind of woman can't you have? Break it off with this worthless woman sooner rather than later, got it?"
Steven snapped back to reality.
He mumbled "I know" into the phone and made up an excuse to hang up.
Bobby on the other end didn't think much of it.
Because he was convinced Yasmin wasn't qualified to attend this charity exhibition, so it never even crossed his mind that Steven was rushing to hang up precisely because he had seen Yasmin.
"Steven."
Yasmin walked up to Steven right at that moment.
As soon as she spoke, her beautiful eyes filled with a layer of mist.
"I missed you so much."
As soon as the words left her mouth, crystal tears fell from her face at just the right moment.
The Richardson family had six sons, each with different personalities, so she had known since childhood how to please men.
Just this one act of crying, she had practiced thousands of times in front of the mirror these past two days.
Now, it was time to see the results.
Seeing the heartache and regret in Steven's eyes, Yasmin knew her hard practice hadn't been wasted.
She wasn't in a hurry to say anything else, just stared at Steven intently, as if she could never look at him enough.
Steven's heart melted completely.
He took a few steps forward on his own, hesitated for a second, then finally reached out and firmly took Yasmin's hand.
"I'm sorry, Yasmin. I've been a bit busy these past few days and neglected you."
Yasmin felt the strength in his hand and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Good, Steven still had feelings for her.
She secretly pinched her thigh with her other hand, and the pain made tears well up again.
But this time she deliberately didn't let the tears fall, just kept them pooled in her eyes.
This act of pretending to be strong successfully made Steven feel even more guilty.
"I'm sorry, I won't make you wait for me anymore. No matter how busy I am, I'll make time to be with you."
Yasmin's eyes brimmed with tears, looking like she really missed Steven but was forcing herself not to interfere with his important work.
She shook her head and said, "It's okay, Steven. If you're busy, just do what you need to do. I've actually been busy with something too lately, so I probably can't come back for the next couple of days."
She said this on purpose, immediately arousing Steven's curiosity.
"What have you been busy with these past two days? Didn't your company file for bankruptcy along with the Richardson Group?"
"It's not the company, it's some personal business."
"What personal business?" Steven pressed.
He didn't realize that Yasmin had already taken control, completely leading his train of thought.
Yasmin was completely relaxed now.
She spoke slowly: "Do you know Geraldo?"
Steven said in surprise: "That master oil painter Geraldo?"
"That's right."
"He's very famous. My dad has collected several of his paintings."
Yasmin smiled and said, "He took me on as a student. I've been learning to paint from him recently. I came here today because he recommended me to participate in the exhibition's painting competition."
Steven's eyes lit up.
"Really?"
"Why would I lie about something like this? Besides, when have I ever lied to you?"
Steven quickly believed what Yasmin said.
Because given Yasmin's current status, if Geraldo hadn't brought her, she wouldn't be able to get in here, much less be qualified to participate in the competition.
As he understood, he felt clearly excited.
Bobby didn't like Yasmin, partly because of the stupid things Yasmin had done these past few days, and partly because Bobby thought Yasmin was a useless person who would only drag him down.
But if Bobby knew that Yasmin had now become Geraldo's student, he would definitely change his opinion of her.
Thinking of this, he quickly asked: "How confident are you about winning this competition?"
"I can't say one hundred percent, but I'm pretty sure I've got it in the bag."
She had already found out from Geraldo who would be competing today.
Those people were all very talented, but compared to Grant, they still fell far short.
And she had very strong copying skills. As long as she could reproduce eighty percent of Grant's painting, today's championship would definitely be hers.
Hearing this, Steven was delighted again.
"Good, then go prepare now. I'm going to call someone."
"Who?"
"My dad."
Yasmin was startled and asked, "Why are you calling Mr. Sullivan? He doesn't like me being too close to you."
"That was before. Trust me, as long as you win the championship today, he'll definitely change his opinion and accept you."
After a slight hesitation, Yasmin nodded decisively.
"Okay, then I'll go do some more preparation now. You call Mr. Sullivan over, and I'll definitely do my best."
"Okay."
To make it easier for Yasmin to prepare for the competition, Steven even called staff members to arrange a room for her.
Because of this, when Grant appeared, Yasmin didn't see him.
At that moment, he was standing in front of a painting, admiring it.
The painting was titled "Corner of Gravel."
Among the gravel at the edge of a cliff, an orchid was growing.
Just one look and you could feel the vigorous life force of that orchid.
"Beautiful painting!"
He couldn't help but praise it, then looked at the lower right corner of the painting.
It had the name "Taylor" written on it.
Grant immediately understood.
So it was Taylor's painting, no wonder it was so good.
Although it was just a few simple strokes, it was unforgettable.
Actually, in the oil painting world, he felt that those so-called master oil painters were all just seeking fame, because any painting he did casually could crush them.
Only Taylor was the one person he truly admired.
Of course, there was also Geraldo.
He liked Geraldo's paintings because they had some of Taylor's influence.
Later he heard that Geraldo had become Taylor's student, and that's when he understood why Geraldo's paintings had Taylor's influence.
"Grant!"
A familiar, pleasant voice came from behind him.
Grant immediately forgot about the painting in front of him and turned around happily, indeed seeing Amelia.
"Amelia! I was just looking for you! Where did you go?"