CEO's Mysterious Fiancee (Paige and Martin)

Chapter 409 I Am Penrose Ezequiel

"Then I'll wait for you at home." Martin did not insist. He listened to her arrangements.

"You are not allowed to secretly follow me, nor can you send people to secretly protect me." Paige seemed to have seen through his tricks. "Don't think that I do not know

what you are planning"

Martin did not expect Paige to be so smart and guessed it all at once

He took her into his arms and looked into her eyes and asked, 'Is it dangerous? Are

you afraid that I will get involved? So are you

worried about me?"

Before Paige could answer, Martin asked again, "What is the background of the

person?"

"I am not sure, but the person wants to keep it a secret. If they find out that I didn't

keep my word and brought a group of bodyguards with me and you, I won't be able to

do business."

Martin punished her with a kiss, but he didn't expect Paige to be so eloquent.

He turned around and found a black hair clip, putting on her hair..

"This is the latest locator. If you don't move for a long time, or if the position is

abnormal, I will find you."

Paige did not expect that there was such a thing in his house. The seemingly ordinary

hair clip was actually a locator.

"I specially asked someone to make it." Martin seemed to see her doubts and explained, "For your safety."

"Then I have to thank you well." Paige stood on tiptoe and kissed him. She held his neck and looked at his worried expression. She smiled and said, "Don't worry. I will come back early. Nothing will happen."

"It will be best if that is the case. Martin kissed her forehead again and watched her leave. His heart was a little reluctant and empty.

According to the agreement, Paige arrived at an old warehouse on the outskirts of Chicago ten minutes earlier.

There were more than a dozen bodyguards guarding the warehouse. Seeing that it was a girl who got out of the car, they couldn't help

but wonder.

"I'll hand in the painting. Paige came to the head of the bodyguards and said calmly. The head looked at her up and down, "Sorry, you go back and tell Penrose that he

wants to see her in person."

"I am Penrose Ezequiel."

The head was again in disbelief, looking at Paige up and down.

The most well-known painter in America, Penrose Ezequiel, is actually a girl about

seventeen or eighteen years old?

Who would believe it?

"Sorry, I am not joking." the head said seriously.

"Me too."

Seeing that Paige was very serious and did not look like she was joking, the head was skeptical and went in to report.

After a while, he came out and invited, "Please come in."

Paige was holding the painting and stepping into the warehouse door when suddenly,

the head stretched out a hand to stop her. "Sorry, please take off the hair clip on your

head."

Paige thought, he found it so quickly?

"It's very sale inside." The head saw that Paige did not give it to him and explained.

"He will not do anything to you."

"Since I am safe, it doesn't matter whether I wear this hair clip or not,

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"We are really sorry that he doesn't want others to know about his whereabouts.

Please understand us."

Seeing that he had no ill intentions, Paige took off her hair clip and handed it to him. The head respectfully took it and made a gesture to invite her. "This way, please." Paige entered the warehouse. It was spacious and bright. There was only a big desk in the middle. There was ink, paper, and a quill

pen on the top. There was no one around, but Paige still found several cameras. Some of them were facing the desk and some were

facing her.

"Sir, Ms. Ezequiel is here," the head reported respectfully to the person on the

earphone.

Paige stood in front of the table, exuding a cold aura.

After listening to the instructions on the earphone, the head politely said, "Ms.

Ezequiel, please open the painting."

Paige spread the work on the table, and what was shown in the camera was a magnificent painting.

The peaks were stacked on top of each other, the trees were lush, the flowing water was winding, and the ***and fog surrounded

the mountains.

There were a few thatched huts in the valley, making the environment more real and quiet, but the birds flying through the hazy ***made people feel that the artistic conception was profound and unpredictable.

The head heard a series of praises from the headset. There was no doubt that this painting was real.

"Ms Ezequiel, how can you prove that this piece of work was painted by you?"

If it was before, Paige would only say whether he believed or not, but now, thinking of

the man at home, in order to finish the task early and go back, she still picked up the pen on the desk, dipped it in ink, and drew the work on the paper they prepared. This corner was one-tenth of the entire painting, and it was completed in less than five

minutes.

The head was stunned, and the person was obviously impressed too. He could not believe that a girl could actually complete

one-tenth of the painting in such a short time. The key was that this painting was really made by her!

She was really Penrose Ezequiel!

When Paige saw that they did not speak, she asked lightly, "Are there any other

questions?"

She still had to go back sooner and did not want to spend more time here.

"Ms. Ezequiel, please wait a moment. He wants to see you in person."

Hearing the head's words, Paige stood in place and waited. After a while, a middleaged man quickly walked down the iron stairs,

followed by dozens of bodyguards.

He did not wear fancy clothes, nor did he wear a branded watch on his wrist. He was

dressed in casual clothes, like a successful

person who would go out to play golf at any time.

From his well-maintained face and his temperament, Paige judged that his status

should be high.

He should be a big shot in some field.

"Ms. Ezequiel, sorry for all this... The middle-aged man took the initiative to reach out

his hand.

Paige shook her hand with him.

His fingers were soft and broad, once again proving that he was living a good life.

"I always thought that you were a man. I didn't expect you to be so young and

beautiful," the middle-aged man said very respectfully "My mother and I both like your paintings very much. We are your fans"

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man picked up the work on the table again and sighed, "The mountain rocks and trees are dyed by the layers of light

ink, and then they are deepened by the layers of thick ink. With the thickness of the

ink, the whole layout has a sense of comfort. It makes people feel the reality and the void. The stream is gentle, the ***are light, and the mountains are bright... Ms. Ezequiel really painted so well!'

He suddenly felt that 16 million dollars was too little.

This kind of painting was worth at least 80 million dollars!

"Do you still need to modify it?" Paige suddenly asked.

The middle-aged man was stunned and seemed to be a little puzzled. He looked at

the head on the side.

Modify?

What does she mean?

The head explained, "When communicating with the people under Ms Ezequiel, he

was afraid that Ms. Ezequiel would not show up.

so I asked someone to convey that if the painting was not satisfied, she would need to cooperate with the modification."