Chapter 439

Chapter 439

‘He’s not coming?’ thought Corinne with a frown. “This isn’t good since I can’t fly overseas at the

moment.”

Jeremy looked all over the place for her in the past month. She was sure she would be found as soon

as he found the record of her flying out of the country. During this one month, she never used her card

to buy anything. Instead, she used either Aaron’s or Xante’s card to buy the things she needed to avoid

Jeremy finding her.

She did not have the time nor the energy to pretend to be Jeremy’s wife so that he could please his

elders anymore. The most important thing for her to do now was to find out who her mother was and

what happened in the past to make her abandon Corinne.

If her mother was still alive, she would find her no matter what.

If her mother was dead, then she would find out who killed her so that she could avenge her!

The gallery manager noticed the bored expression on Corinne’s face so he said, “Miss Carew, if you’re

not interested in these paintings, there are a few paintings over there by another painter. Would you

like to take a look?”

Corinne came back to her senses and asked, “Do you have any paintings by Nellie Nymphaea?”

The gallery manager was a little taken aback by her question. “Yes, it just so happens we have two of

her paintings. Nellie Nymphaea is Michel’s proudest student so he’ll always exhibit some of her

paintings alongside his. This time is no exception. But not many people have asked about her. She’s

not that popular in the international art scene because her style was too unique. Besides, no one

knows what her real name is and there seems to be no publicity. around her. I’m quite surprised to find

out you’re interested in her paintings.”

Corinne did not want to explain herself so she simply said, “Where are her paintings? Take me to

them.”

“Yes, Miss Carew. Please follow me this way.”

“Here are the two paintings, Miss Carew. It is said Nellie Nymphaea painted this when she was still a

university student.” The gallery manager raised his hand to introduce the two paintings on the wall.

One painting was a depiction of a man’s silhouette, which gave Corinne a feeling of deja vu, while the

other painting was a realistic rendition of a landscape.

“I want both of them. Please wrap them up for me,” said Corinne.

The gallery manager’s favorite customers are those who never asked for the price when buying. He

smiled politely and bowed ingratiatingly, “Certainly, Miss Carew. Please walt here for a moment and I’ll

arrange someone to wrap it up for you.”

“Okay.”

The gallery manager walked away, leaving Corinne to stare at the paintings hanging on the wall.

‘Mom drew this when she was still in university. Her style still has a certain warmth to them so that must

mean she was happy and carefree then. Could that man be someone who she used. to love? Could he

be my dad?’ thought Corinne.

“Miss Carew, it’s been a while,” said a familiar voice.

Corinne snapped out of her trance and turned to look at the handsome man standing behind her.