Female Novel
Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Ethan, the heir to Arnold Corporation, was gradually stepping into his role, his presence growing in themedia. Having been out of the public eye for years, his return caused the internet to go wild with viralspeculation.
After cooking for the first time, Ethan found himself intrigued by it. To his left was a platter of pastriesmade by Madelyn, to his right a pile of recipes bought by George. He was so engrossed in it that hereached out to grab another pastry.
“You’ve eaten them all, Mr. Ethan.” George reminded him.
Ethan glanced over. True enough, all that remained were crumbs.
“You seem to be interested in learning to cook, Mr. Ethan.”
“And what do you think I’m doing?”
George looked surprised. “Are you learning to cook for Ms. Jent?”
Ethan mused, knowing that no one would like a man who could not walk. He figured if Madelyn wouldenjoy his cooking, he could cook for her. For some reason, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of hismouth.
‘Look at what I’m doing. I’m acting like some desperate man trying everything to woo her. Isn’t it a bittoo soon?’ he thought.
“Sir.” The bodyguard entered the room.
Ethan responded. “Go ahead.” As the bodyguard quickly relayed the information he had, Ethan’s gazeslowly hardened, revealing his deep-seated anger and simmering hostility. “So that’s the life she’s livingwith the Jents?”
“We could move Ms. Jent into the room next door, prevent unnecessary disturbances.”
“Isn’t that a bit obvious?” Ethan asked.
“She’ll be discharged soon,” the bodyguard replied.
George pondered and said, “She’s emotionally unstable. We should think of ways to make her
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“Do you have any suggestions?”
“She enjoys painting, and likely art exhibitions too. I recall Edward Waltz will be hosting an exhibition inVentropolis soon.”
Edward Waltz was the most influential painter internationally, whose painting Ashes once fetched over$50 million. His exhibitions happened once a year, each time in a different region. The tickets were ahot commodity.
Ethan’s fingers tapped the armrest of his wheelchair. “Leyton, get in touch with Edward Waltz. We needthose tickets by tonight.”
“Right away.”
The collaborator for the exhibition was none other than Arnold Corporation-getting the tickets would notbe a problem. Ethan was always efficient in his work, and within three hours, tickets were delivered tothe SereneCare Hospital.
Madelyn was handed two tickets, and she could hardly believe it. “Are these tickets really for me?”
The deliverer, a woman in a business suit, flashed a professional smile. “Indeed, Ms. Jent. We held alottery for Edward Waltz’s fans on internet sweepstake. You were the lucky one chosen by our studio,and we’ve included a signed photo album of Mr. Edward Waltz’s works since’ 84, which is part of theprize.”
It felt like a dream. Edward Waltz had been her mother’s favorite painter, yet even she had nevermanaged to attend his exhibition. A rare smile appeared on Madelyn’s face,
overwhelmed with joy.
“Make sure to attend, Ms. Jent. There might be even more surprises in store.”