Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 101

When Harold called Emily, she had just finished a painting.

The three old men had their own unique views on art. One of them collected ancient culture work of art, and offered a course on art restoration. Therefore, what he taught was to paint on bottles and cans. Another man was a designer when he was young. Later on, he learned computer graphics. Of course, the structure was not as perfect as the hand-painted one, but it was much faster and the ideas he imparted were advanced. The last one was a master of Chinese calligraphy. However, what he liked was black and white, two colors in sharp contrast. A piece of white-rice paper was a dense color to him.

Therefore, in order not to offend any party, Emily drew the things that the three old men had taught her on a paper with her own understanding. There were black and white, oil paint, hard lines, and gentle strokes.

It was a shaded path that stretched diagonally all the way up to the sky. The green of the field mixed with the dark blue of the sea, and wound its way up. It was like a ladder had descended from the sky, not the ladder rising up to the sky.

The old men commented on the painting, while Emily took her phone and walked outside.

"Miss Emily, you seem to have misunderstood someone else."

Emily didn't understand, "What?"

"Mr. Eliot was not beaten up by Kamron. Actually... Kamron saved him."

"By whom? Saved by Kamron?!"

Emily felt ridiculous. It sounded like Barack Obama suddenly saying that he did not want to be president. She was so surprised that she couldn't find words to express her suspicion. She suddenly remembered that Kamron seemed to have roared when he was beaten up. She was furious at that time and did not listen.

Now that she thought about it, Kamron seemed to have shouted, "What did I do wrong?! Why did you hit me when I saved someone?!"

Eliot was actually saved by him?!

Emily was filled with disbelief, but this was the truth. She had no choice but to believe it.

She slowly stroked the thoughts in her mind. "Ask the bodyguards to secretly protect my brother. Leave Kamron alone for the time being. If he wants to do anything to my brother, he will definitely come looking for him."

"Yes."

"My brother is hospitalized. Elsie and Beverly will definitely make a move. Keep an eye on them. Don't let them find out."

"Yes!"

Before Emily hung up the phone, she said to Harold, "After this period of time, I'll give you a raise."

Harold, "..."

When Emily returned to her room, the three old men were still arguing. The painting was hung in the middle of the room. The setting sun outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains, bringing with it a wisp of red light from the afterglow of the sunset. A ray of light slanted from the winding path in the middle of the painting.

The three old men turned around, as if the sun was too bright. They didn't make a sound for a while until someone knocked on the door three times. Rex stretched his head in and said, "It's time."

Only then did the three old men suddenly return to their senses and say, "This painting has an artistic conception. No matter what, it belongs to the oil painting school. It's time. Let's go. Otherwise, that old guy will find out."

"Ok, ok."