Chapter 74 Only She Alone
Amelia couldn't explain that she had just pretended to be Samuel's fiancée, so she feigned annoyance and said, "You were looking for me just now? I clearly saw you here enjoying the paintings quite enthusiastically."
Grant was simple-minded and immediately got sidetracked by what Amelia said.
He scratched his head and explained anxiously, "I didn't lie to you. I really was looking everywhere for you just now. I just happened to pass by this painting and thought it was really good, so I got delayed for a few seconds. But it was only a few seconds. I was about to continue looking for you."
Seeing his worried expression, Amelia quickly smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous. I'm not angry, I was just teasing you. But what painting is so good that it captivated you?"
Grant breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "It's by a painter I really like."
Amelia curiously tilted her head to look behind Grant.
With just one glance, she recognized her own painting.
"Corner of Gravel."
That day, someone from the Shadow Operations Division placed an order, wanting them to find a painting by "Taylor."
She saw that the client was offering a high price, so she took the job and personally painted this "Corner of Gravel."
She never expected this painting would end up here.
Could it be that the person who placed the order with the Shadow Operations Division was Samuel?
When he said he liked her paintings, maybe it wasn't just politeness, but genuine appreciation?
However, Amelia quickly realized she was inexplicably thinking about Samuel again.
She forced herself to stop that train of thought.
Samuel already had a girlfriend, and she hated homewreckers the most.
She would never actively become a homewrecker herself.
"If you like it, I'll give you one of Taylor's paintings."
Grant was stunned and asked, "You have Taylor's paintings? 'His' paintings are worth a fortune and hard to find. Where did you get one?"
Deceiving Grant was easy.
Amelia casually made up an excuse: "Once Taylor came to our village to sketch, and I asked Taylor to paint one for me."
"'He' agreed?"
"Yes. Taylor is really nice and very beautiful too."
"Beautiful? But isn't Taylor an old man?"
"What old man? Taylor is a very beautiful young woman."
"She's actually a young woman?" Grant took a sharp breath in surprise and asked, "Does she have a boyfriend? Do you think I'm good enough for her?"
Amelia felt awkward.
Oh no, the joke had gone too far.
Sure enough, it's better not to lie.
One lie requires countless more lies to cover it up.
She said vaguely, "Grant, don't even think about it. Taylor already has a fiancé."
Hearing this, Grant clearly showed a disappointed expression, but quickly said excitedly, "Well, I'll thank you in advance, Amelia. When you get her painting, you must give it to me! No, I can buy it from you."
Amelia waved her hand: "No need to buy it. I don't understand paintings anyway, so I'll just give it to you."
"Thank you, Amelia!"
Amelia smiled slightly: "No need to thank me, Grant. Didn't you also give me a factory?"
"That's different. Giving you gifts is what I should do as your brother."
Amelia curved her lips, feeling a warmth in her heart.
This was the difference between the Richardson family and Piper.
To Piper, no matter what she did or how much she gave, it was all expected.
Even if Piper wanted her life, she was supposed to offer it obediently.
The Richardson family, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.
She could now be certain that even if she asked for their lives, they would give them to her.
"Alright, we're family, let's not talk so formally. Too much of that makes us seem distant. But right now, I do need Grant to help me with something."
"What is it? Just say it!"
Amelia beckoned him closer and whispered a few words in Grant's ear.
She was telling him about participating in today's oil painting competition.
Grant didn't hesitate for even half a second and nodded directly: "No problem! Since you want the championship, I'll win it and give it to you!"
Even though he had never shown his paintings to outsiders before.
But as long as Amelia asked, let alone participating in a competition, even if she wanted the stars from the sky, he would pluck them down for her.
Just then, the host's voice rang out in the exhibition hall.
"The charity exhibition is officially starting. Please proceed to the conference hall."
Amelia said, "Let's go, Grant. We won't go to the conference hall. I'll take you to find Brandon to sign up for the competition."
"Okay."
Grant naturally agreed readily.
Wherever she pointed, that's where he'd go.
At this time, Yasmin also walked out of the room Steven had arranged for her and headed toward the conference hall.
But halfway there, she happened to run into Bobby, who had been called to Luminance Art Gallery by Steven.
Bobby was asking Steven what was so urgent that he had to rush over.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yasmin, and his expression immediately darkened.
He demanded sternly of Steven: "You called me here just to see her? Have you forgotten everything I said to you on the phone?"
Steven quickly said, "I wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't dare? I think you dare plenty!"
Bobby was so angry his beard bristled, and he was about to leave.
Steven hurriedly stopped him.
"Dad, don't leave yet. Let me explain. Here's what actually happened."
Afraid that Bobby wouldn't even listen to his explanation, he spoke rapidly, recounting the whole story.
When he mentioned that Geraldo had accepted Yasmin as his student, Bobby's expression stiffened slightly.
"Mr. McGinnis took her as his student? Is this true, or are you deliberately lying to me?"
"Even if I lied about something like this, I couldn't keep it up for long. Besides, Mr. McGinnis is here today too. Whether it's true or false, you'll know as soon as you ask."
Bobby's expression softened slightly.
Steven quickly struck while the iron was hot and continued: "Yasmin came today not because I brought her, but because Mr. McGinnis brought her. He recommended her to participate in today's oil painting competition."
Bobby raised his eyelids slightly.
Steven continued: "Today's competition champion will not only receive a substantial cash prize but will also become the lead designer for the logo of the Crawford Group's Goldenvale branch's new product. Yasmin says she's very confident she can win the championship."
The unpleasant expression on Bobby's face completely disappeared.
If that was the case, then this Yasmin wasn't entirely useless after all.
Once Yasmin became the lead designer, the Sullivan family wouldn't have to worry about not having closer ties with the Crawford family in the future.
He looked up at Yasmin, who was several feet away, and finally beckoned to her.
"Come here."
Only then did Yasmin dare to gather her courage and step forward to greet him.
"Hello, Mr. Sullivan."
Bobby nodded slightly and asked, "Steven says you're very confident about winning the championship. Is that true or false?"
"It's true. I'll do my absolute best."
Bobby raised an eyebrow.
"In that case, I'll give you a chance."
Yasmin's heart leaped with joy.
"Thank you, Mr. Sullivan! I'll definitely win the championship!"
Bobby said nothing more.
Whether she could win the championship wasn't just about words.
He wanted to see results.
At the same time, Samuel also received news that Bobby had arrived.
He called Jeremy and had Bobby taken to sit in the front row of the conference hall.
Although he didn't personally greet him, this treatment was already quite good.
After all, the only person he would personally go out to greet today was Amelia alone.