"Alright." The driver started the car and drove away, Mr. Kingston was becoming increasingly inseparable from his wife.
From the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room on the second floor, Monica Usher finally saw the Lamborghini stop, and her heart was leaping with joy.
But the car door hadn’t opened and instead drove off again, the focus in the woman’s beautiful eyes instantly blurred.
Is he not coming to the meeting?
Justin Kingston sent the A-grade design drafts he had reviewed overnight to Finn Morgan and Monica Usher, his intention was clear, letting them handle it themselves.
When Finn Morgan found her, Monica Usher was at a loss for words!
The Lamborghini drove out of town, heading towards Sunshine Village.
Even Justin Kingston himself couldn’t understand why he wanted to go to the village to see her.
What should he say after seeing her?
He didn’t know, he only knew he wanted to see her.
At the bridgehead, the scenery remained unchanged, peaceful like a paradise.
Mia Lane, dressed in a blue casual suit, was petite and cute, wearing a baseball cap like a little angel in front of the children.
Rows of left-behind children sat attentively in front of easels, listening to her explain today’s lesson, painting swans.
"You can freely match the background colors, just make sure to leave some blank space."
"The shadow parts of the swan require special attention. Let your strokes follow the shape of the swan..."
Everyone listened attentively.
Among the group of children, Anton Miller sitting at the far end felt very conspicuous, Mia Lane even prepared a drawing board for him.
Today, he was a student, putting away his usual defiance, became especially humble and eager to learn.
He had persuaded for quite a while before Mia Lane agreed to bring him here.
Jonah Woods stood not far away, angrily glaring at him, always feeling he approached the master with an agenda!
He tried to advise his master, but the master thought he was petty, overthinking it.
This Anton Miller deliberately approached the master!
The Lamborghini stopped not far away.
"Mr. Kingston," the driver said softly, "Madam is under the tree teaching the children to paint."
Upon hearing this, Justin Kingston raised his eyes and immediately saw the girl with lively eyes, giving an animated lesson.
He opened the door and got out, deeply attracted by her simple appearance, just staring at her, he gradually lost his composure.
"Alright, let’s try to paint now, I believe you can do well!"
The children picked up their brushes one after another.
She walked among the children, whispering reminders and patiently guiding each one.
On the blackboard was a drawing of a swan, the lines exuding aesthetic beauty.
A gentle breeze blew, and as Justin Kingston took steps towards her, he inadvertently noticed a figure that stood out among the group of children.
He was taller than most of the children, and the back looked familiar.
Mia Lane was passing by Anton Miller, when Anton Miller suddenly grabbed Mia Lane’s wrist, Justin Kingston’s eyes felt a sharp sting.
He stopped in his tracks.
Mia Lane looked at Anton Miller, then at his hand, "What’s the matter?"
The child had a smile on his face, his phone was placed on the easel, reflecting Justin Kingston’s figure and the Lamborghini parked at the roadside.
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"Teacher Lane, could you teach me to paint?" He handed the brush to her, "Help me paint an outline, I’ll fill in the color myself, alright?"
Mia Lane’s expression was calm, "Do you want to learn or not? Let go."
Yet he playfully tugged her, Mia Lane unguardedly fell into his embrace!
Anton Miller slipped off his small stool, Mia Lane knocked him down to the ground!
Justin Kingston quickly strode towards her!
A well-defined hand appeared in front of her, stunned, as she looked up, seeing a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes, exuding natural arrogance and nobility.
Anton Miller half propped himself up, his eyes dazzled by Justin Kingston’s proud nobility.
Mia Lane looked away, gently placing her paint-stained hand onto his broad, sturdy palm.
Justin Kingston gently clasped her hand and helped her up, "Didn’t hurt yourself, did you?" His voice was elegant, magnetic, and gentle.