Chapter 9
Not so good
On the day of Christine Donald’s art exhibition, Charlotte spent more than an hour putting on delicate makeup. Her long soft hair was turned into a fishtail braid and hung down behind her. Only the buns on both sides of her forehead were loose. Down. The apricot silk loose shirt on the upper body is matched with a green one-step seven-point skirt, which has both French elegance and a bit of lazy sexy.
When Henry saw Charlotte, he couldn’t help whistling softly: “Charlotte, when are you going to find a boyfriend? Can you give me a sign first and let me line up first.”
Charlotte thought it was a little funny, “Don’t be poor.”
“I am serious.”
He took off his sunglasses and looked down at her, really serious. Charlotte was stunned for a moment. She didn’t have the idea of ​​starting a relationship yet, let alone the idea of ​​harming her company’s little fresh meat.
She didn’t answer him and got into the Maserati.
Henry didn’t mind either, the embarrassment just now swept away: “Charlotte, don’t worry, Sister Mel told me, I will find a place for you today!”
Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him, and smiled lightly: “Then it’s up to you.”
“no problem!”
The blue Maserati rushed away and stopped downstairs in the Donald Gallery, attracting many people to look over.
Charlotte unbuckled his seat belt, stepped on high heels, got out of the car, walked to Henry’s side, and entered the arena holding his hand. The security guard at the door stopped them: “Sir, Miss, please show the invitation letter.”
Charlotte took out the invitation letter from the bag and handed it to him, only after the security confirmed that it was correct.
In today’s art exhibition, in addition to Christine Donald’s paintings, many paintings by famous artists have been borrowed for exhibition, so this exhibition is not open to anyone.
Although the Donald family was not as good as the Morris family, they were also a wealthy family in the US.
Christine Donald’s gallery is nearly 500 square meters, and the annual rent is nearly 3 million, not to mention the decoration. As soon as you enter the door, the lamp on the ceiling is just recognized by Charlotte. It was designed by an Italian artist. That light alone is more than a million.
Many showcases in the venue have been moved, leaving a large space for the guests to watch.
I have to say that Christine Donald’s paintings are quite interesting, although Charlotte can’t understand them,
The Miss Donald family’s art exhibition was naturally supported by a lot of media.
Henry wore a simple dress today, with a shirt on top and casual apricot-colored straight-leg trousers on the bottom, and a pair of sunglasses on his face. The media reporters didn’t recognize him for a while.
On the second floor, Charlotte could see Christine from a distance. She was wearing a long French dress with long hair behind her, looking very gentle and lovely.
Before Brian arrived, Christine had already looked downstairs several times.
Charlotte and Henry walked to the depths of the second floor and found that there was an open-air balcony on the second floor.
There are three sun umbrellas on the balcony, with chairs and stools under the umbrellas, and a painted wall beside it, and there are free drinks and desserts in the extra corner of the wall.
Now that everyone is outside, it’s quiet here.
Charlotte glanced at Henry: “Sit down for a while?”
“OK!”
Art is too lofty, and Charlotte really can’t appreciate it.
The people inside were talking eloquently about Van Gogh Vinci, but Charlotte and Henry were chatting about the recent entertainment industry gossip.
Charlotte is not as interested in gossip in the entertainment industry as Mel, but it’s okay to listen to it occasionally.
There was a juice cake at the table, and there was a handsome guy in front of her. Charlotte thought she could sit here all afternoon.
But she also thought about it, she still wanted to add to Brian and the others today.
Charlotte put down the juice and glanced forward: “The protagonist should be almost there, let’s go in too.”
She smiled and got up with her bag.
Before the two of them entered, Brian’s surprised voice came first: “Why are you here?!” Seeing Charlotte, Brian had an indescribable sense of superiority, but seeing Charlotte’s good-looking face, and her heart was easily upsetting.
So every time he saw Charlotte, Brian couldn’t help but stab her, and now she is no exception: “Do you know where this is? Is this where you can come, Charlotte? Don’t you know? My brother came over today, so I came here especially to wait for my brother, begging him to remarry you?”
The more Brian said, the more she felt reasonable: “I tell you Charlotte, don’t even think about it! If you want to remarry my brother, please beg me first, maybe I will help you talk to him, although my brother finally still won’t agree, but anyway he can listen to what you have to say!”
“Well, isn’t my proposal a good one? There are few people here, so you just—”
Brian saw Charlotte just now, and just wanted to question her, so when he opened his mouth, he realized that a man was standing beside her. And this man looked a little familiar. When he confirmed that the man was Henry, the expression on Brian’s face could be described as wonderful.
“You, how did you get together with Henry?”
Charlotte didn’t answer his question, instead, she glanced at Henry.
Henry took off his sunglasses: “I came with Charlotte.”
“Ah—you, how can you! How!”
Brian looked at Henry and almost cried.
And Charlotte never spoke, looking at her was like looking at a clown.
After a long while, Charlotte had admired enough, “Let’s go.”
Brian was going crazy. He originally thought that the photos of the past few days were taken by the paparazzi. He kept comforting himself that Henry had nothing to do with Charlotte at all, nor were they in any relationship.
But today, he saw with his own eyes that his idol stood with the woman - Charlotte.
How do they match? How does Charlotte match him?
"Don't go!"
However, no one paid attention to him. Charlotte had already re-entered the gallery. Brian followed behind her, the thin lips under the sunglasses were slightly hooked.
Brian's eyes were red with anger, and he quickly chased after her... Just a few steps in, Charlotte and Henry ran into Christine and Brian, and behind them, there were a large group of media reporters carrying cameras and hanging their cameras.
The atmosphere was stiff for a moment, and it was Christine who broke the deadlock: "Miss Charlotte, long time no see." Charlotte nodded: "I'm bored, come and have a look, the exhibition is good."
Christine snorted softly and seemed a little surprised, "I didn't expect Miss Charlotte to like my paintings, it's my honor." This is a bitch, Charlotte also praised that the exhibition was good, she grabbed her favorite and pressed Charlotte's head, and her fluttering words were not self-effacing, but many people thought that she was laughing at Charlotte. Pretending to understand,
Charlotte raised her eyebrows: "I don't know much about art appreciation, but Henry seems to have learned it before his debut."
She said, paused, and looked at Henry: "How about Miss Christine's painting?"
"not so good."
Charlotte gave him a crushing look: "If you talk like that, Christine is going to drive us out." Christine's face was not very good, but when she heard Charlotte's words, she could only force a smile: "Mr. Henry's evaluation is really good, I'm not as good as Brian's."
Henry didn't show any humility: "Well, so I asked the agent to refuse your last cooperation. I hope Miss Charlotte doesn't mind."
"No, I don't mind."
Charlotte watched Christine grit her teeth, knowing that it was enough, she looked back at Charlotte: "Okay, if I knew you didn't like me, I wouldn't come, let's go, don't delay Miss Christine."
"Listen to Charlotte."
The two turned around and left. From beginning to end, Charlotte didn't even look at them. Walking past the man behind her. On the contrary, it was Brian whose dark eyes kept falling on Charlotte, and when "Charlotte" fell into his ears, Brian only found it harsh.
What kind of relationship is such intimacy called?