Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica) novel Chapter 119

"I'm bored at home, so I want to draw a painting for Oliver."

Jessica couldn't hide her happiness in her words, while it hurt Lambert's heart like there was a rain of needles upon his body.

He was obviously disappointed. "I see."

"Brother, look at my painting. Am I right about the steps?"

As Jessica spoke, she drew it on white paper. First, she used a pencil to draw the shape faintly, then a pen with paint and a pen covered with clear water to cross-colour it.

This kind of painting style was taught by Lambert. She learned it not long ago and was not very proficient. When the rendering was inadequate, the picture wouldn't be realistic or show the effect of juicy petals.

"Do you remember where you learned this?"

Jessica took out a book. "I guess I learned it from this book. Don't laugh at me."

She was great at learning. Learning it for once, she memorized all of it. When she picked up the pen, she naturally knew how to draw in this way.

But before drawing, she had been reading paintings and analyzing them, so she thought that her method was not orthodox but some gibberish.

Lambert was convinced that Jessica had really forgotten everything.

Still, he taught her some other techniques. Jessica was enlightened. The effect that she could never draw before was really a piece of cake for Lambert.

It seemed that the TV program did not say that if he kept pursuing the painting career, he would definitely achieve success in the art field.

Soon, Lambert heard footsteps coming upstairs.

Jessica, who was drawing with her head down, shouted before she could look up, "Oliver, come and see the drawing your brother demonstrated. The effect of my picture sucks compared to his."

Oliver didn't even look at Lambert. He walked up to Jessica and followed, "Yours is the best."

Lambert could not bear the two showing off their love before him, and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll go down first. Call me if anything happens."

When Oliver heard this, his deep eyes were as cold as ice. He glanced at Lambert and knew that he had bad motives. The reason why grandpa came here lay largely in his entice.

Every time he came to Jessica, he took grandpa as an excuse. Oliver could know the truth even though others did not.

"Thank you, brother. I'll dye this flower and go down." Jessica was still working on the painting and said to Oliver, "Why are you here? You should be downstairs and talk to grandpa."

"We just finished talking." He said.

After a while, Jessica got up her head from the drawing table.

"Let’s go downstairs. It doesn't make any sense in leaving the guests downstairs."

When Jessica and Oliver came down, Jeff was already wandering in the courtyard outside.

"Grandpa, it's cold outside. Come and sit in the living room." Jessica walked over.

"Jessica, I'll go back first. Take care of yourself."

Jeff had never cared about Oliver before, but now he loved Jessica very much.

"I will. Thank you for your concern."

Jessica pulled Oliver and saw Jeff and Lambert driving off.

The next day.

Oliver went straight to Lambert's office.

"Lambert, don't disturb my wife anymore."

"Aren't you afraid that Jessica will never forgive you if she remembers everything?"

"This is none of your business. Indeed, you are one of the Williams family, but you can also be kicked out if you idle away while working and fail the KPI."

Then he left decisively.

Lambert sat in a chair and looked into the distance with empty eyes.

In order to gain a firm foothold in Williams Group, his priority was to buy the land that Oliver had lost as soon as possible. Only in this way could he gain a reputation in the Group.

He had never been interested in the company's business before. It would be much easier for him to buy the land before the Zamani sold it.

Now, this piece of land was sold to the Scott in Lambola City by Aaron.

Whether it was Toby, grandpa Jeff, or him, they all had no relationship with the Scott family in Lambola City. It was not easy to get the land from the tiger's mouth.

Lambert suddenly remembered someone, Sally.

He asked Sally to meet him at the private restaurant they used to go to.

Lambert arrived in the reserved room early.

When Sally came in, she saw Lambert in a suit and leather shoes. She almost took him as Oliver.

"Lambert, do you really want to quit painting and go back to the Williams Group? It would be such a pity. I can't bear to lose you as an art expert. Without you, I would not be so influential in planning another exhibition."

Whenever she planned an exhibition, Sally always took Lambert as the poster child, the young master of the Williams Family. He would attract more painters to participate in her activities.

Sally mumbled something, as she couldn't figure out why Lambert chose to go back to the Williams Group.

She felt confused that people around her seemed to change their minds.

Oliver had changed from a cold-faced to an uxorious person, while Lambert, a good and charming artist, now was going to become a capitalist, and Martin was now pestering her.

Men were sometimes like children. They were just playing house.

Lambert smiled and said, "Everyone has their own mission for a certain period. I want to change my life now."

"Is it because of women that you're saying so?" Sally was straightforward.

Lambert smiled but did not say a word.

He handed the menu to Sally. "Suit yourself."

"Thank you."

The two of them chatted and laughed during the meal. When they parted, Lambert asked, "Do you have anything to do with the Scott family?"

Almost all in Lambola City knew about her and Scott, as Scott was like a playboy or a popular figure appearing in magazines, so Sally became famous as well.

So after they broke up, what Sally wanted the least was to be mentioned with Scott apart from a blind date. That was why she simply chose to leave.

She asked in confusion, Why did you ask this question?"

"Do you know that the Scott family's business has expanded to Birmingham?"

"Is Scott coming to Birmingham?" Sally seemed to understand what he meant.