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Chapter 302 Stopping Him Outside

Chapter 302 Stopping Him Outside

After Martha returned home, although she was busy, she never gave up painting, and she had a lot of

paintings for an exhibition.

After three days, Rhys called again -

Martha had just picked up the phone when Rhys' evil voice reached her ear.

"Did you miss me? I missed you a lot."

The woman's eyes sank, and she said jokingly, "Mr. Williams, you have so many beautiful women

around you. Why would you ever miss me?"

"Miss Doyle, you're so beautiful, I have already fallen in love with you, but it's a pity you have no idea

about it." Rhys' flirtatious voice sounded.

Martha smiled widely and responded indifferently, "In that case, thanks."

Rhys raised his eyebrows slightly.

His long and slender fingers tapped on the desktop, and only after a long time did he say the purpose

of this call in a husky voice.

"The old exhibition hall is almost repaired, now it mainly depends on when you intend to hold the

exhibition."

"So soon?"

Martha couldn't help but be a little shocked by Rhys' speed.

That exhibition hall had been treated as an abandoned place because of that previous fire, but it only

took Rhys three days to repair it.

In the next second, the man's dark voice came from the phone -

"You're underestimating me."

Martha came back to her senses, her large eyes still carrying the shock.

"That fire incinerated everything. I didn't think it would be possible to hold a painting exhibition there

one day."

When Rhys on the other side of the phone heard this, his eyes darkened, and he spoke with a light

smile, "That's precisely why it's a special place."

"That's right."

Martha smiled and agreed, and then she spoke directly, "Then we can hold the exhibition the day after

tomorrow. I'm all set."

"You're fast too."

Martha smiled and replied lightly.

"For what you really like, no matter how difficult it is, you can't let go of it."

This was true of painting or the beloved ones.

...

In the next two days, Martha contacted with Rhys' men and soon had all her paintings placed in the

Doyle Manor transferred to the old exhibition hall.

It soon came to the day when the exhibition was held.

After the preparation of the exhibition was completed, Martha printed some invitations and sent them to

some people she knew.

She invited not only her current partner Louis, but also Eden and Melissa, who were now working in the

Doyle Group, and some close friends.

On the day of the exhibition, almost all of Martha's family, friends, and partners were present.

Of course, Stefan was not among them.

Maybe it was because the rich businessman was invited to the exhibition held by Martha, maybe it was

because Martha was working with the president of the Williams Group, maybe it was because Martha

herself was a queen of the topic, so the event was soon in the news.

On the day of the show, the top three searches in the news were all about Martha's show.

...

Harrison Group, President's Office.

Stefan sat in front of his desk, looking at the hot news on the computer in front of him, his pupils shrank

slightly, and the temperature around him dropped to the freezing point.

His large hand on the desk clenched into a fist, and his cold and merciless voice rang out in the office.

"Damn woman, how dare you not tell me!"

The man's eyes sank. He got up and grabbed his jacket, then drove to the painting exhibition.

Ten minutes later.

Stefan walked towards the exhibition hall with a grim face, but was stopped in his tracks by a serious

voice.

"Sir, please show your invitation."

Stefan's body stiffened, and he looked at the security guard who stopped him expressionlessly.

After a long time, his thin lips lightly parted as he said unhappily, "I don't have an invitation."

After he said this, he lifted his feet to walk forward, but the security guard stopped in front of him and

did not let him in.

The security guard looked at the man in front of him with sweat.

Of course he knew who the man he stopped was, it was the city's most famous man.

But today, his task was to stand guard at the door and let people with invitations in.

Now, Stefan just did not have an invitation, so he could not let this man enter.

The security guard thought this, his back straightened up as he looked at the man who was stopped by

him at the door with a serious face.

"Mr. Harrison, you can't go in without an invitation, please go back."

Stefan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking coldly at this security guard.

Damn, this man dared to stop him.

What was even more damnable was that that woman didn't even send him an invitation.

At this time, Stefan had completely forgotten the fact that they were already divorced.

His eyes sank and he looked coldly at the security guards who were stopping him.

"Get out of the way."

The guard's body trembled slightly and he unconsciously swallowed, but his hand still firmly blocked

Stefan.

"I'm sorry."

Stefan's face was gloomy, and the look he gave the security guard was sinister.

After a long time, his thin lips lightly parted, and his gloomy voice came out from his thin lips.

"You go and get Martha over here."

"Sorry, it's not in my scope of work. You don't have an invitation, so you'd better leave here as soon as

possible."

The guard's other hand at his side clenched into a fist as he said stiffly.

At this moment, another security guard standing on the other side finally came back to his senses andnovelbin

kept winking at the security guard who was in front of Stefan.

But that security guard just didn't step away, and said in a serious manner, "Mr. Rhys Williams tells us,

anyone who does not show the invitation is not allowed to enter it."

When Stefan heard this, his eyes were narrowed slightly, and his eyes sank.

In the next second, his voice was as cold and harsh as if it came from hell...

"Rhys Williams?"

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