"She went to learn painting because she has an artistic talent, she held exhibitions because her mentor supported her, none of this has anything to do with me," Gavin Graves said, "If such words spread, at most people would say I'm charming, but she's a married woman; you'll cause trouble for her."
Gerald Graves immediately felt it was pointless; he just wanted to come and gossip a bit, but ended up getting a scolding instead.
"Alright, alright, I get it. I won't blabber around." Second Young Master Graves waved his hand impatiently and turned to find friends to drink with.
Gavin Graves gazed indifferently into the distance.
Ruth Frazer was chatting with other guests, her smile composed, her demeanor impeccable, neither too remote to approach nor too smoothly polished, maintaining a perfectly balanced distance with everyone, never too close nor too far.
She was like this since she was young, and now that she's grown up, it's only become more refined.
