Chapter 1200: I could be wrong
They said beauty was in the eye of the beholder. One person could look average to some but like a goddess to another.
It made Penny wonder—was this just about perspective? About her eyes and Enzo Pierson’s?
After all, Enzo Pierson had drawn and painted Naylani so beautifully, like she was divine. He hadn’t finished the painting, but it was clear he had put immense time and effort into capturing her eyes—those dark, mesmerizing eyes that seemed to stare back at Penny.
"What an unsettling feeling... looking at a person’s painting," Penny murmured, slowly getting lost in both the artwork and the photograph in her hand. "What is it? Why does this bother me so much?"
Silence settled around her, but even so, Butler Lee’s gentle voice made her jolt.
"Young Madam." He smiled as she flinched. "Apologies for startling you. That wasn’t my intention."
"It’s okay, Butler Lee." She chuckled awkwardly. "Are we leaving?"
"Not yet, but the Master asked me to check on you. He’s busy coordinating with the pilot who will pick you up," he explained as he stepped inside, stopping a few steps from Penny before glancing at the canvas. "That’s the Master’s painting—your late father-in-law’s work."
"Mhm. Renren told me." Penny smacked her lips and gazed at the painting. "I didn’t know until now that he was such a great painter."
"They said that if he hadn’t gone into business, he would’ve been one of the great artists of his time," Butler Lee remarked, scanning the workshop. "At one point, the Master wanted to erase all traces of that woman. Yet, for some reason, he kept this painting. When he passed, the Old Madam wanted to throw it away as well."