President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 210

Murray did not look at the guy, but he looked at me first.

He confirmed me first and raised his hand to say hello to me, “Little girl, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I asked you to call me before, and you didn’t call me.”

“Murray, how can you recognize me?”

I was a bit surprised.

After all, I was half-armed now, and Murray can recognize me, it was a miracle.

Murray smiled. “I can’t recognize anyone except you.”

Then the man who had just called Murray came along and said, “Murray, why do not you pay attention to me?”

He was a man about the age of Murray Moore.

“Did not you see me talking to my student?”

As Murray Moore spoke, I looked at the direction of his fingers and reconfirmed that he was talking about me.

The man was stunned after hearing that, “What did you say? Your students? Is she your student?” The man quickly looked at me and put out his hands. “Hello, hello, nice to meet you. I am the curator here. I am Jonas Richards.”

His attitude was absolutely respectful.

“Hello.” I felt surprised and saw Murray Moore, “Mr. Moore, this...”

“My future student.”

Murray added.

Jonas looked at me admiringly. “oh, little girl. I see you are not very old but you can be regarded as a student by Murray. You must be qualified. After two years, you will be successful. At that moment, you must...”

“Well, she’s not my apprentice yet. And you start booking now? If you scare her away, I’ll be with you!”

Murray looked unhappily at Jonas Richards.

Jonas laughed. “All right, let us talk about it later, let us go in and sit down.”

“I will leave first.”

Seeing them going in, I didn’t plan to follow.

As a result, Murray said unhappily, “I have told you you are my future student, and I am embarrassed if you are not following me.”

“Ah?”

I was a little stunned, but a little aware of what Murray Moore meant, and I nodded, “I won’t leave.”

Hearing what I said, Murray Moore was just happy.

I was so muddled into the waiting room behind the exhibition.

This reception room was quaint, with a lot of furniture.

The furniture was exquisite.

Although they were furniture, but in my eyes they were money ah!

And some of them can’t be bought with money.

Jonas respectfully asked Murray to sit.

As a result, Murray Moore sat in the chair with a reluctant expression, “Oh, why are you like the old people in my family, who care about this? How could it be comfortable to sit on these wooden stools?”

“This is something people like and I have to use.” Jonas Richards said with a smile and asked, “Did you see the works of this exhibition just now. What do you think?”

“No.”

Murray just said that.

Jonas Richards wasn’t angry, and continued to ask, “Can you give me your opinion?”

Then, he took out a booklet of this exhibition and gave it to Murray Moore.

I sat aside and watched Murray groan as he flipped through the booklet. Jonas Richards was on the side.

The relationship between these two people was more and more delicate.

Jonas Richards just greeted Murray Moore warmly, indicating that the two had a good relationship.

But at this moment Jonas respected him, not like an acquaintance at all.

But Murray’s attitude toward Jonas Richards was like an acquaintance.