Chapter 708

"Alright, let's stop talking about it. Your father's waiting for dinner, so we need to head home. And we've got guests to greet later," Layla said, gently pulling Suzanne away.

Despite Suzanne's initial reluctance, she eventually relented to Layla's insistence.

However, the image of the handsome man remained imprinted in her mind like a photograph frozen in time.

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By 11:00 pm, Summer had completed her grueling training session at the Quigley residence and was prepared to head home.

As she walked to the gate, she muttered to herself in frustration, "This is absurd! They actually expect me to learn how to paint. I've never had any artistic talents since I was a kid, so how am I supposed to excel at it now?"

Summer couldn't fathom why she was being compelled to learn to paint.

Before this, she had been taught embroidery at the Quigley residence.

Now, the sudden expectation to master painting seemed meaningless. Excelling in painting demanded years of dedicated practice, an