Hector Raven smiled faintly.
"If you don't want to learn painting from Mr. Jason Smith anymore," he said calmly, "then of course you can refuse."
Bastard.
He actually dared to threaten her with Master Jason Smith.
Isabella Cruz clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached.
But in the end, her desire to study under Jason Smith easily crushed the anger in her chest.
She stared at him and finally compromised.
"I'm not interested in sitting in the same car with you and chatting," she said coldly. "If you have something to say, say it here. Once you're finished, stop blocking my way."
Hector Raven looked at her quietly.
Sometimes, he truly admired this little woman's presence.
Even now, after losing almost everything and being surrounded by endless scandals, she still carried a kind of pride and confidence that most people would have long abandoned.
It was the aura of someone who had once believed firmly in herself.
And who refused to let that belief die.
