The Runaway Groom

Chapter 102

At that moment, Harvey realized that he had actually forgotten about that little fact.

Back when the painting was done, he had promised to give it to Irene for free.

Still, under the impression that she was on his side, he asked, “Shall we speak in private?”

After all, Isaac had pushed her off a building, leaving her with a broken foot.

Reasonably speaking, she must hate him, and the fact that he was conning so much money. from Isaac should please him.

“We can talk here,” Irene said, but she certainly did not protest that Harvey was tricking Isaac for his money.

However, she felt as if Harvey was using her, and she should get a cut.

She never valued money that much before, but circumstances were different now-she had no income, and she needed a lot of money for Tommy and her mother’s living expenses.

She must think for their sake.

Harvey could see what she was getting at, and simply said right in Isaac’s face, “30 percent. How about that?”

He had lost too much money because of Isaac, but he also knew where to draw the line even if he did put the art exhibition together just to mess with the man.

Irene was no greedy soul either, and she was actually surprised that Harvey would offer that much. She just wanted a solid amount of money which she could send to Sheryl, so that her mother and Tommy

would not have to worry about money for a while.

“You’re not satisfied?” Her silence left Harvey uncertain about her position-perhaps she thought the distribution unfair?

“No, I’ll take it,” Irene simply said then, since it was far more than what she could imagine.

Meanwhile, Isaac was still standing behind Irene, but he appeared unconcerned.

Was he such a menace to these two?

They were already discussing how they would share the profits even before he paid up… and right in front of him at that!

Still, he found the cost worth it at the thought that some of the money would simply land in Irene’s pocket.

“I have one last item. Would you happen to be interested?” Harvey was grinning.

Isaac ignored him, and started to wheel Irene elsewhere.

Harvey was not at all upset he had just made a killing, and that was enough to leave him in a very good mood.

He started to follow them despite their lukewarm reaction to his presence, as if it was not awkward at all. “I’ll personally deliver the painting to you tomorrow. By the way, what do you think about most of the pieces you see around you?”

While Isaac ignored him completely, Harvey did not hold back his eagerness to offer introductions. “Would you like to hear about the person who drew these pieces?”

Irene looked up at Harvey again. What was he up to this time?

Was he not done squeezing Isaac for money?

Noticing her gaze, Harvey smiled. “What’s with that look? Missing me already?” Irene was speechless, and wondered why men could not act more normal.

First, it was Isaac, and now Harvey! They were all nuts!

Saying that right in Isaac’s face was nothing less than pure provocation!

“You really want to die, don’t you?!” Isaac snarled-this was the first time he had ever flipped out in public.

Harvey was not afraid, however, as he chose his words properly. After all, Isaac was showing complete disinterest in the paintings exhibited, so he had to direct their conversation toward

‘Now, now. I’m not as narcissistic as you think. Look at this painting if you doubt me, Mr. Jefferson,” he said as he unveiled the other hidden painting.

It was a portrait of a person’s profile as well, but this one was of Harvey himself and not Irene. The details on his profile were immaculate, and the aesthetic seemed to overflow!

“Did K draw this too?” someone asked.

Harvey shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Like I said before, this is my personal treasure and not for sale after all, a beautiful woman painted it for me.”

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As he spoke, he threw a glance at Isaac and chuckled. “What is that woman like? Would care to hazard a guess, Mr. Jefferson?”

Isaac stared at his eyes as dark as the abyss.

Harvey would not go so far to tease him if it were any other woman.

But it was clear that the man was filled with confidence that he would take notice of the painter.

And the only woman whom Isaac himself would ever take notice of was Irene. Still, Irene Spencer? A painter?NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.